Wolf's first obedience class was a trip.  He was the only "small" dog.  He was the oldest.  He was the most hyper and loudest.  The trainer spent a lot of time standing on Wolf's lease.  My son only weighs 70 pounds so Wolf can topple him.  

The trainer, Art, was explaining that the different classes of dogs have instincts to do different things.  He said that the working dogs always wait for a job to do.  They don't know why they do.  They just do.  Okay.  He said something about the boxer.  Then he addressed Wolf and said, "Toy dogs like these are bred only for one thing and that's cuddling with their owner. "  I had to correct him.  Too bad I didn't have a leash to tug.  I explained to him what  the breed was bred to do, and he said, "Oh, yeah.  This little guy must be a fox terrier."   GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR.!!!!!!  I corrected him again.

Otherwise, he gave us some excellent advice and explained the way Wolf was acting when he had Charles stand across the room from Wayne and I was separation anxiety.  When the four of us were together he was protecting the pack.  He told us to keep hm separated from us in another room until he learns to relax  and if he's outside pawing on the door and yelping, let him. 

This should be fun.