Day 7

Today when I got home, Pickles had her coat on. I said, "Where are you going? It's time to do our training."

"But," she said, "it's Friday. I'm going out."

"Pickles! You can't flake out on our training! We made a commitment to do this training every day to raise money for Lyon-Martin!"

"But...ok."

So we proceeded with training. We stuck at the same level as yesterday -- teeth-on-tubetato at a level halfway between her eye level and the floor.

Feeling dejected at not being able to go out & meet her friends at the bar down the street, she consoled herself with some furious rooting in her special fuzzy blanket:

She caught on to our taking pictures of her, and let us know that she didn't appreciate it:

Then she did shots of Jagermeister and fell asleep. Just another Friday night around here.

Next steps: stick at the same level until she's at 90% consistency at that level. We will pick it back up tomorrow after she recovers from her hangover.

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