Greatwater Lake The Alabama Stomp

He does not see her distaste, nor would he care if he did. This was his teaching style, his way of pushing his students to think for themselves rather than simply relying on the words of others. She thinks for a moment, too long, he thinks, but he does not say anything for their first lesson. Eventually, she rolls, his paw nearly going with her tumbling body. He crouches, ready to spring at her if her body is prone for too long, but he is proud to see that he does not have to. He smiles, nodding. Good, He simply says, walking towards her rear, ready for the next point.