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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Of Dogs and Ropes

Charlie loves to be outside so I have a long line where he can run without me worrying he’ll wander off. Most of the time he’s content to destroy play with toys or sticks or exploring around. However, I do seem to be summoned on a somewhat regular basis to free him from the tree at one end of the line or the doorstep at the other.  The tree is easy: he walks around one way and can’t figure out to turn around and go back.  However, I’m usually perplexed at just how he gets himself as tangled as he does around the doorstep.  Take yesterday for instance:

 

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