The men went elk hunting over the weekend so I'm puppy sitting for my dad. " Dozer " is 5 months old now and outweighs both of my canine old farts. He thinks he's a 60 pound lap dog. He's got boundless energy, and runs circles around my retired ranch dogs...who spend most of their days taking long naps.
|"Doesn't anyone want to play today?"|
He's learning to be an obedient dog, and he's smart as a lick. However, he still has his moments of what we call "hooliganism". These little slip-ups in behavior result in impulsiveness, and sudden urges to chase things.
As a result, we did not see Miss Kitty for a few days. It turns out, she's taken up temporary residence in the safety of the old calf table...of all places.
She looks like she's living in a taco. Having walls of steel between her and the puppy seem to give her some peace of mind.
|"Can't we all just get along?" -Dozer|