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It ' s Back to School: A Fresh Start for Yours Truly
Let’ s set the record straight: I am not“ bad.” I am bold. I don’ t have an attitude— I have opinions. But according to Mom and Dad, my sass level has been“ off the charts” lately. All I heard was that I was going on an“ educational journey” to Fresh Start K9 in Morgan Hill.
Oh great. School.
Now, before you start feeling sorry for me, let me clarify: this was not punishment. This was a chance to shine in a new arena. And yes, I showed up to the first day of class looking flawless in my favorite harness, tail up, my hair in a clip, wearing my Tiffany vest, and energy unmatched.
Angelia Gugliemo, a woman with serious, calm energy and the scent of peanut butter treats, runs Fresh Start K9. She didn’ t babytalk me or rush in for cuddles. No, she crouched down, let me sniff her hand, and gave me a respectful,“ Hey, little one.” I respected that. She had potential.
We started with something called“ focus work.” Angelia would say,“ Watch me,” and when I looked her in the eye— bam!— treat. I thought, Wait, this is training? Count me in.
But then came“ recall.” Oh boy. Listen— I hear Mom calling me. I really do. But there is an overwhelming amount of pee mail on our walks. I’ m the neighborhood’ s investigative reporter! I have to read every blade of grass and fire hydrant update. You don’ t just walk away from a breaking news story to“ come” on command.
Still, Angelia was patient. She taught Mom and Dad to use cues that made more sense( and treats that were more delicious). And I— being naturally gifted— picked things up quickly. Sit? Easy. Stay? No problem.“ Leave it”? Ugh, fine.
By the end, I was turning heads. Even the big dogs were impressed. Angelia called me“ a natural performer.” Finally, someone fluent in Roast Beef.
Graduation day was everything. I wore a custom cap( because I’ m no basic pup), pranced across the training mat, and received my certificate with grace. Mom and Dad clapped. I may have teared up. Or maybe that was just my bangs in my eyes.
Back home now, I’ m still me— just a more refined version. I walk politely, I sit when asked, and yes, I occasionally come when called.( Unless there’ s something juicy in the pee mail— priorities.)
Fresh Start K9 didn’ t tame me. It elevated me.
So, if your humans ever suggest training, don’ t panic. Go in with confidence. Find your Angelia. And don’ t forget to bring your sparkle. Because every good dog deserves a fresh start— and every fabulous Yorkie deserves a standing ovation at graduation. Class dismissed.
Paw-five,
Roast Beef
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