Help is here.

Last week during class, mom was walking around talking to people and their dogs. I was just sitting in my crate. Mom was very involved in a conversation with a woman with a reactive papilion. I figured I would help. Quietly I walked over there and sat next to mom. She suddenly looks down and didn't seem as happy to see me as I was to help her. She gave me the... "Susan Reilly get back to your kennel" command, so I bolted across the room back to my crate. Hmf. Whatever. Just trying to help...