A Proud Moment

So I've been going to classes and working really hard on my leadership training (that's a fancy human term that means that my Mom is the boss, and I don't need to scare away every person or creature that comes near us) and I think I have been doing really good.
Part of that training means I have been working on some better manners when people come to our house.
The other day Madison had one of her friends over to play and I was a really good dog if I do say so myself.
When the people came to the front door I stayed laying in the kitchen like I was told to the whole time. That's 15 minutes folks! The girls came in, started playing, and Mom talked at the door for ages. When she finally came back, there I was, doing exactly what I was told. Awesome right? Well, I can do even better.
After several hours of minding my own business and taking things in stride while the girls played ( and believe me, seven year old girls get a little crazy), it was time for Madison's friend to be picked up.
The doorbell rang and I was told to stay laying in my spot in the kitchen, I did. A whole five minutes I waited patiently, but then, get a load of this... they all came in to the kitchen where I was. Harder still, there was little one year old Emiliegh who is in my opinion just about the funnest person to smell in the whole world. I wanted to go see her so badly, especially since she was crying and I wanted to know why. I even cried a little myself because it was so hard to contain myself, but I did. A whole ten more minutes they stood there, talking right in front of me. Finally they went back to the front door, talked for ages more and then at last the front door closed and all was quiet once again. And guess where I was? You guessed it, right where I was supposed to be. Is there a medal or something for that? I definitely think there should be.
I did get lots and lots of treats though so that was really cool. High five!