I Spoke Too Soon

Charlie is almost 2 and I’ve been saying for the past 6 months or so that he’s finally outgrown the annoying parts of the puppy stage and turning into a dog.  

I’d like to retract those comments.

When I opened the door to check on him this morning I heard a scurrying and was met with this face:

The victim:

My hyacinths; my favourite spring flower.

**sigh**

Who’s Training Who?

A week or so ago I started letting Charlie out without tying him, just for short periods to get him used to be off line but staying in the yard. I took this sweet photo of him late this afternoon:

Doesn’t he look innocent just sitting watching the world go by?

Then, I realized what he was doing; he’s waiting a few minutes to bark to come in because when he comes in he gets a reward (treat) for coming. We’ve now done this 5 times in 2 hours.  And right now?


Yup, he’s waiting on the next one.

 
I’m guessing to train a dog you should be smarter than him… **sigh** …got to run, there’s his bark to come in.

A year with Charlie

A year ago I brought home a little black fuzz ball. Almost immediately I realized he was going to be different than my last lazy-since-he-was-a-puppy dog.

 

There were destroyed shoes:

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On Entrances and Exits

Obedience classes are held at our local rink now that the ice is out.  It’s a great spot with lots of room for the dogs to spread out.

 

At last week’s class Charlie eagerly jumped out of the back of the car as soon as I opened the door. I didn’t manage to grab his leash on the way by, so I trotted after him thinking I’d grab him at the door. Then I looked up and realized it was propped open. Moving a bit faster, I figured I’d grab him at the inside door. Unfortunately, it was also propped open. (Which makes sense on a warm night, but didn’t really help with my escapee). As I stumbled through the door frantically thinking, “I’ll grab him at the boards” I saw the end of his leash disappear through the opening. While part of me wanted to turn around and pretend I had never seen that black beast before, I resignedly walked into the rink and disentangled him from his attempts to find a dog to escape and play with. (I can’t imagine why I think obedience school is a good idea).

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