Tobie and I have been taking a lot of short utilitarian walkies lately, while he worked out his digestion problems. That’s getting better at last, by the way. Anyway, he has recently developed a very annoying trait in which he asks for a walkie but then as soon as we’re on the sand he flops down and just wants to chill. It gradually became clear to me that he was getting sick of being stuck inside while Uncle Joel stares at the screen and edits a Chinese Mystery Pistol book.
He didn’t want to be outdoors by himself – he made that VERY clear. He wanted me to take him outside and do something other than an in-and-out poop run.
Okay, we can do that. So this morning we were out in the yard together while I started work on revisions to my poor man’s solar water heater*…
…and he took that calmly enough. Didn’t like it when I went out of sight, but otherwise he was content to amuse himself while I worked.
Then this breezy warm afternoon I introduced him to sitting on the porch while Uncle Joel drinks a beer and watches a video on his phone…
He’s quite a good boy, really. We need to convince Uncle Joel that he’ll stay close before we’re going to come off the leash, but between working out that and his issues with the Jeep, I think there’s a very good chance he’ll be ready to safely hang out without the tether at least by the time he’s fully adult. Which he isn’t.
I know I’m a control freak, and
overly I would say responsibly protective. Little Bear never got off the leash because he could never be trusted not to obey his chase instinct to the detriment of his survival prospects. I’ve seen too many dogs die or abruptly disappear to be oblivious to the desert’s ability to kill a dog. It’s possible that soon, when I can afford one, I’m going to shop for a shock collar. But right now he’s a shelter dog still trying to settle in, and we’re not going to get too rigorous about much of anything.
*more on that later.