Saturday, April 11, 2009

Blurry Photographs of Mythical Events


"Okay, now what's that supposed to be?" you are asking. It is PROOF, documented, incontrovertable, PROOF that Z-dog, my Spoiled one is perfectly capable of doing a box turn with all four feet on the box. He just chooses not to.
"Yeah, right," you say, "it's just some dude in a gorilla suit pretending to be sasquatch."
No, it's true, I tell you! Look closely, you can see his ear flying up and if you squint, you can kinda see. . .
"Somebody just stuck two pie plates together and tossed it up in the air and photographed it. It's probably grainy so that you can't see the tape and string."
NO! It's TRUE. It's REAL. He REALLY does it, at home.
"Yeah, right."
Well you try to aim a cell phone camera while juggling a dog, a tug, a very soggy tennis ball and besides, the light in the hallway has burned out and I haven't replaced the bulbs and cell phones take awful pictures and. . .
"Sure, whatever"
But, really. He really does it. at home, anyway. really.
Anyway, have a good Easter!

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Monday, March 16, 2009

Spoiled One Offered a Box Turn!


This picture shows Spoiled One's typical smash and grab. Horrible, isn't it? Tonight, I was dinging around with the practice box, a tug and a jump in the hallway and Spoiled One OFFERED a real box turn. I'm not talking lure him over and lure him back. No step in and back. I was standing halfway down the hall and made a vague gesture with the tug and he zipped down the hall, planted all of those tootsies on the box and zipped back.
WOW
I thought it was a fluke, and tried again. He did it again. And again. And again.
OoooOOOOooooo
I'm excited. Even though I doubt I will ever get a repitition of this momentus event, it shows he can, physically, do it. It also kinda shows that he knows what I've been asking for all along. But, the idea that he is a PITA, obedience is optional, make up his own rules type of dog shouldn't really surprise me.
Anyway, I just had to share this brief flash of joy. It's hard to resist making him do it over and over and over, just to relish the moment, but I know better than to drive him into the ground.
At least for this brief instant of time, he is a Good Dog.

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