Yesterday Chompsky met Steve and Leslie and Tory and Kean and was pretty good! He was less excited to see Emily than his usual freakout (which is good) but still excited enough to lose his mind a little bit (taking a few tries to remember where his mat was for “on your mat”; hopping up on the couch to mirror Emily’s position of sitting backwards on the couch leaning over the edge - for a few seconds it was cute but it was ILLEGAL cute; etc.) But I put him on his leash early on and kept him on it while we ate and played games and he was good! He wandered beneath the table to say hi to everyone he could reach, but then laid down to snooze. On leash meant no attempts to grab food of the counters / table! I don’t like having him on his leash all the time like that but when people are over I’m hoping it’ll help him learn that it’s NO BIG DEAL (a lie: I get excited to see pals too, but I don’t get THAT excited) and that’ll lead to him being off-leash more with them. AND: Kean admitted that the name “Noam Chompsky” had grown on him. SUCCESS
