I am officially a good citizen (whatever that means) Mum plucked up her courage and took me back to training only to be told the exam was the next day well I was a very good boy and passed my bronze. Even if I did have an itchy ear in the stay and mum hyperventilated every time I twitched it. Don't think anyone told the examiner guy that I threatened to take out the rottiexmalamute who had the afront to keep looking at me.

 

Me & the grouchy one who isn't a good citizen. Hah.