Little Bear had Magnus to teach him and keep him safe when he was a little puppy; Tobie, alas, only has me. And lacking a fenced safe yard to run and play in, and hampered by an overprotective Uncle Joel, Tobie was in danger of spending his life on a leash.
But he has been so remarkably good about not running off after every little movement and scent that he’s mostly off the leash already. Which means he can indulge in every puppy’s favorite game…
Running and playing!
I’ve said it before; the desert is a wonderful place to be a dog, until something kills you.
And I’m determined that, so far as it’s in my power, nothing like that will happen to Tobie.
But the wash is open and relatively safe for a game of “can’t catch me.”
And nobody knows better than me that you can’t bubblewrap the world.
So run and play, little man. Enjoy. But don’t go out of sight.
Love pic #3- damned if Mr. T doesn’t look like he knows what you’re thinking.
Smart lookin’ pup!
My takeaway from this story is that Tobie suddenly has a great chance of NOT living his life on the end of a leash. That’s great news!
You know even off some misfortune did befall him out there he’d pass on a happy dog knowing that for once he’d had a friend that cared and loved him. You can see in his positive body language he knows he’s truly found a home.