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A visit from Bob
This morning, we went off to the kennel and brought Bob away for a visit to our house.
We clipped his harness down to the floor of the boot, Just In Case, and after a couple of tries at sticking his nose over the back seat he settled down nicely, which was good.
We stopped off in the woods on the way back, and he had a grand time sniffing around through the undergrowth. The first anemones are just showing their faces, but we didn't see any bluebells (although we didn't go to the place where the earliest ones are). We met four labs, who were very well trained and sat neatly in a line off the path while we went past. Bob was slightly interested, and would have gone to bump noses if the labs had been allowed to do that, but showed no sign of either going for them or running away.
When we got home, we swapped his lead for a lunge line and took him for a wander around the garden and field. The ducks obligingly behaved as much like helpless prey animals as possible (running away, flapping, quacking) and he wasn't at all interested. He met the horses (through the fence) and was cautious but not terrified. When he was calmly bumbling around the field, his recall was much better than we'd found it to be previously, which is good news.
He was very interested in everything, outside and inside the house. While Mike was cooking lunch (no begging, yay!), I went and sat on the sofa in the living room. He pottered around for a bit, checking underneath all the furniture, and then looked speculatively atJodie's the dog sofa, so I went and put a blanket over it and patted it, and he jumped up and stood there for a bit before jumping down again. When I went and sat back down, he made it clear that he felt the dog sofa was far inferior to the human one:
The only slight issue that we had was that I tried giving him Jo's squeaky duck, which he was very impressed with (and which he actually squeaked for himself, something Jo never managed). He carried it around for a bit, and then put it down on the grass and ripped it to shreds. Ok, no soft toys for you, mate. And we'll be keeping an eye on the stuffed-animal-doorstops for a while, as he then immediately came indoors and tried to walk off with the badger!
(Jo also liked the badger, but all *she* did was carry it around!)
We clipped his harness down to the floor of the boot, Just In Case, and after a couple of tries at sticking his nose over the back seat he settled down nicely, which was good.
We stopped off in the woods on the way back, and he had a grand time sniffing around through the undergrowth. The first anemones are just showing their faces, but we didn't see any bluebells (although we didn't go to the place where the earliest ones are). We met four labs, who were very well trained and sat neatly in a line off the path while we went past. Bob was slightly interested, and would have gone to bump noses if the labs had been allowed to do that, but showed no sign of either going for them or running away.
When we got home, we swapped his lead for a lunge line and took him for a wander around the garden and field. The ducks obligingly behaved as much like helpless prey animals as possible (running away, flapping, quacking) and he wasn't at all interested. He met the horses (through the fence) and was cautious but not terrified. When he was calmly bumbling around the field, his recall was much better than we'd found it to be previously, which is good news.
He was very interested in everything, outside and inside the house. While Mike was cooking lunch (no begging, yay!), I went and sat on the sofa in the living room. He pottered around for a bit, checking underneath all the furniture, and then looked speculatively at
The only slight issue that we had was that I tried giving him Jo's squeaky duck, which he was very impressed with (and which he actually squeaked for himself, something Jo never managed). He carried it around for a bit, and then put it down on the grass and ripped it to shreds. Ok, no soft toys for you, mate. And we'll be keeping an eye on the stuffed-animal-doorstops for a while, as he then immediately came indoors and tried to walk off with the badger!
(Jo also liked the badger, but all *she* did was carry it around!)