Unwelcome guest

You know the type. They're not invited. They mess around in your bathroom so long that you don't even want to enter it. They ignore requests to leave. And they show up every year.

 

 

 

 I am guarding the perimeter and am not responsible for what shows up in the tub. In fact, the tub is to be avoided.

Give 'em an inch

and they take a yard.

And they eat it.

Got TP?

Lounge Lizard

Bad Dog I

Bad Dog II

 

Extremely Bad Dog

 

Temporarily Good Dog

 

Extremely Good Dog 

How Emily Dickins and Miro would like to celebrate the evening of the 4th

But they won't because there are too many empty-headed idiots who

think noise is the only way to fill their minds.

The challenge of yogurt and B&W Sunday

I gave each dog a spoonful of yogurt. The experienced Miro licked the spoon and was done. Emily Dickins plunged her nose into the spoon. Here's the result.

What's this?

 Try a bit of a lick.

Maybe if I stretch out my tongue.

And curl it waaaay up.

 

I feel so defeated.

 

Ha, got it!

 

 

 

Ferocity wins.

 

 

Verbless Vednesday

Miró’s new job

Ballast.

Outside the confines of a training room, teaching a puppy to walk on a leash gets tedious. The puppy wants to pull forward, switch right and left, stop to watch moving things--a car! astounding!--while the attentive human must bend over to reward good behavior or stop quickly and turn if the puppy pulls. Normally I teach the puppy to walk on the leash before hooking up the coupler, but getting Emily around one block was going to take forever. Time for the easy way.

Surprisingly, Emily accepted the halti collar right away. I put it on her, treated, took it off.  Repeat. Same again the next day. She didn't try even once to rub it off, so I hooked everybody up and off we went.  Miró’s walking beside me kept Emily in line until I let them move forward for a quick photo op.

One block, two blocks, and then down to the park, through the woods, and back on a sunny day.

Time for what?

Where's the reward for our stunning perfection?

 



Almost wordless Wednesday

Is her bacon-flavored Nylabone better than my bacon-flavored Nylabone?

Miro and Emily start a new business

Emily Dickins and Miro have decided to earn extra treat money by hiring themselves out.

They are going to work as dust mops. They can be harnessed up and pulled along the floor or easily pushed.

 

 

The coming invasion:

First strawberry of the season.

Emily's unfortunate taste in novels

Emily is choosy about her reading material. From the pile of books and magazines at my bedside table, she bypassed the mystery, the book about dog training, the Kindle (maybe the leather cover isn't real leather), and the magazines. She chose the one literary novel, a signed copy of the highly praised  The Dismal Science, by Peter Mountford.

 Peter lives in Seattle. Although this is only his second novel, he has already amassed a list of awards and favorable reviews and appearances as long as--well, longer than Emily's leg.

Within the space of a few minutes, she enjoyed it thoroughly.

 

As much as I'm in favor of reading, especially reading early and often, I shall do my best to terminate Emily's reading habits.

The other dog did it.