There’s Snows on My Nose…by Lisa Harmon December 3, 2008

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Saturday’s run in the park was a little disappointing in the good pic department. The weather didn’t cooperate, all dull and grey, and Kenai didn’t run like the usual cheetah puppy. He was in a scent hound mood, preferring to sniff around as much as he ran. Out of all the pics snapped, just one turned out decent enough to keep. It’s hardly a stunner, but a in the photo folder anyway.

Then Sunday morning came, with some lovely light snow showers. Snow!! I doubt stinky remembers the last time he saw it, just the once, being so young. Not much of it stuck, just about a third of an inch, so snowball chasing and other froze toes games will have to wait for better accumulations. But he had such fun smelling the air, and investigating how different everything was. It invigorates a boy!

Again, we were defeated in the good pic lotto, snapping away as Kenai romped and stomped and had his fun in the cold. But there’s a couple worth keeping, the one above ‘ready to play’, and one at the bottom of the post ‘there’s snows on my nose, blink blink’. I’m not sure, but I think toffee tank was trying to watch the flakes on his muzzle—I swear he looked cross eyed a couple times! Oh what a boy…

We came inside to warm up, having our dry off fun and a warm breakfast. He whined to go back out for a solid hour, peering out the windows and sending me vibes. Messing with Sasquatch time with Mom had to suffice, though, the poor mistreated waif. I was crawling in a heated bed whether he liked it or not! Brrr.

BB was wound up tighter than an old time corset Sunday, and was in trouble from the moment his eyes opened. He would not leave anyone alone! I wasn’t up to taking him out to play too, so it was me and Brown going upstairs and elsewheres most of the day.

Some sanctioned wild child time would have been all it took to chill the bent bottom boy, inside or out wouldn’t matter too much to him. Just as long as it involved people, he’d be happy. Foolish me decided to give him some in the late afternoon, depositing Kenai with Mom in her bedroom.

I’d been into the Tylenol all day, and had to get me aching parts some more after that. But Banana Butt had tuggie games, ferocious-puppy pouncing, tushie goosing, and all the bump and wiggles he could muster! He was a much happier boy, and less of a play with me pest later.

Monday was a “snow day” for the four of us, hanging out, cleaning, napping and other not-interesting things to a boy. They had their play times, but by afternoon there was purse-poking and stopping at the garage on the way back from the grassy relief spot. “Let’s go someplace!” was written all over the rhino rump pup. Too bad, the run abouts had to wait for Tuesday, when the wind chills finally left single digits and teens.

There’s a new link over yonder, to the blog of a handsome blue Dane named Savage. Kenai likes new friends, though he is disappointed that Savvy is a thousand miles away! Hard to play with a buddy he can’t meet, you know. I love the pictures–so cool.

Tuesday and Wednesday had small errands, nothing special, and we didn’t need the red vest. He had lots of fun being out and about though. I have to admit to being an awful slouch the past couple months as far as Kenai’s vested pubic appearances. I’m being lazy, not feeling up to controlling his excitement in exciting places, or butting heads with him about elevators and long down stays. We’re doing “easy” outings.

After the holidays I’ll be buying a SD harness, and we’ll be more involved in training and practicing. Can’t let him get bored, that’s for sure! Personally I like boring, but it doesn’t sit well with a dog as smart as Kenai–he finds ways to entertain himself.

Next post will probably have a really cool Canine IQ test. I found a book long ago forgotten about called “The Intelligence of Dogs”. It’s hard reading, at least when the brain is foggy. But it’s fascinating trying to find ways to test a dog’s real intelligence levels.

That’s all for now, since Brown needs a good fun run in the kennel and a wandering long leash walk. See ya’ll later.