Tobie didn’t get his morning Jeep ride to T&S’s yesterday, mostly because I was mad at him for the (bad dog) way he behaved during his morning walkie. Since I got back from T&S’s only to drive straight away again for the Monday morning water run, that meant he spent nearly all morning locked up alone in the Lair and he didn’t like that, not one little bit.
And apparently he remembered, because this morning he took steps to ensure it should not happen again.
He planted himself in front of the door, eyes bright, tail wagging madly, as soon as he saw the signs of imminent departure. Then when we got to the Jeep he dispensed entirely with the usual ‘getting Tobie to jump into the damned Jeep” rigmarole and just sailed past me at chest level as soon as I opened the door. Until recently Tobie, a large, strong, leggy young dog, has labored under the impression that getting into a jacked-up Jeep is this really hard thing requiring mental preparation and sometimes several tries. It’s kind of annoying, and I’m happy to see that he seems to be getting past that. Tobie is capable of jumping onto the roof of the Jeep if he wants to, but I’ve had a difficult time convincing him of that.
We may or may not be going back together this afternoon, because it’s forecast to be another rainy one…
And the mud is only now starting to fully dry from the last time. So while it’s unlikely that the afternoon run up the mesa will be entirely rained out, it might be difficult enough that I don’t want to chance getting both of us stranded halfway there or back. Tobie does not share my distaste for mud, and in its presence he becomes an insufferable pain in the ass.