Now that the weather is warmer it’s getting tough to keep Zane in the house. Someone goes to the door and he’s there with them, trying to sneak out. And if you don’t lock the door, forget about it; he’s out and gone. I found that out a couple a weeks ago when I went to take the dog in the woods, leaving Zane and Ben and Faith in the family room. Zane followed us, unbeknownst to all, a minute later. We’ve gotta put bells on everyone under four feet tall.
Last night was puppy training, which consisted of Faith doing training with Raz while I chased Zane around, through, over, and under everything. It’s still a toss-up as to which is easier to manage: a pack of 4 month old puppies or a 2 year old Zane. Towards the end of training all of the puppies are let go for group play. They toss toys out on the floor and the dogs run around chewing, sniffing, biting, and crawling on top of each other. Zane, of course, runs around and picks up each chew toy and starts to chew them. I’m really hoping it’s true that dog saliva has antibiotics, though second-hand saliva probably doesn’t count.
The evening was capped off with Zane running for a door accidentally left open to the dog potty area. I ran in front of him to shut the door and sometime in those few seconds the blur of puppies went running through, upending Zane and we all got treated to the melon sounding thunk of his head hitting rubberized floor. A little time crying on Dad’s shoulder and then playing in a display of dog toys (there was a moon shaped one … Zane likes the Moon) and all was well with the world again.
p.s. I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this but if you “hover” your mouse over an image long enough you’ll see the image caption. Some of my best work lies hidden in captions. “:^)