We skipped a week of class, and then went back. When we arrived, corvisdog savored his status as the Bad Boy of the class -- dogs deferred to him, when he joined a bark the rest stopped, etc. And of course, that properly masked the fact that he's generally a star, and they were amazed at how good he was that time.
The next class after that was taught at a nursing home, which we opted not to attend. He's a great dog, but given that he doesn't like old men -- at all -- and various others, he's not yet really therapy dog material. The last class he passed the practice test, earning yet another certificate. And giving me the confidence to test him this weekend.
And he passed with flying colors. I had the option of also testing him for his Therapy Dog International certification... and while he probably would have passed, I decided not to. Maybe in the future if he mellow out some more.
Anyway, I'm terribly proud of him. He gets steak tonight. And now he formally gets initials behind his name, if he had a pedigree.