Mr. N’s recall has improved quite a bit since I hid from him. He was running towards these two guys to say hello and I called him and he ran back to me. Also I called him in the middle of dog play and he came back as well (a little slower but still).
Mr. N is taking super secret classes and if he graduates… he may find a purpose.
Sage‘s human is on the mend and we’re hoping maybe next week, we can go for a walk together.
I took Mr. N to watch a world cup match at a bar’s courtyard. I had to solemnly swear Mr. N would be good and not bark or be a nuisance. They used to allow dogs but changed their policy because the dogs were disruptive. He was good. The last ten minutes or so he started getting squirmy but he was quiet. He charmed the food cart people and the couple sitting behind us who said they were going to add Yorkies to their prospective dog list.
The day before that, he got called a “vicious little creature” when he was minding his own business.
I brushed another foxtail (weed with barbs) out of him today. Does anyone know how long it takes foxtails to burrow under the skin?
I took him to the park where he tired out three other dogs and went for a walk before deciding maybe it was time to go home and curl up in the shade. Granted, two of those dogs were fat. Thin dogs have more energy. Or in Mr. N’s case, all the energy.