Bad Doggy!

Rowdy got a good scolding this morning.  He knows he is not supposed to pull things out of the trash can, but the desire to lick the fresh hamburger meat package that I put in there must have overwhelmed him.  Usually it gets stuffed down where he can't get at it, but this time I had no room, so I put it on top within his reach.  I was wondering if he would take the bait when I put it there and sure enough he did.  I will have to put it somewhere else, so he can't get at it again.  Bad doggy!  

Play Ball.....NOW!

Usually when I play ball with Rowdy, it takes him a moment to get into the excitement.  Not so today!  I have been sick for several days and he hasn't been out much or got much exercise.  So today when I said, "Would you like to get the ball?" he jumped up and tore down the hall before I even had a chance to get it down from the shelf to throw to him.  Waiting impatiently for me in the hallway, he barked with enthusiasm for me to throw the ball, and after I did, he grabbed it and brought it back to me quickly, dropped it at my feet and started jumping up and down and barking for me to throw it again.  With me just picking the ball up off the floor, he already was tearing down the hall again after it and it had to pass by him, so he could find it and bring it back.  He was one 'excited to play' doggie today!  And we finished off the play with a favorite treat, as usual!

Out Fox-ed!

I was taking Rowdy for a walk this morning and on the north side of my subdivision, there is a wooded area with some clearings that are mowed, that are behind a mini storage complex.  Back near the far end of the clearing was a cute red fox.  He was grooming and scratching himself and I tried to get Rowdy to focus on him.  We left the street and walked toward the fox for a bit, before Rowdy finally noticed him.  He took a strong bead on the fox and I released his leash and said "Get him, Rowdy" several times.  He just watched the fox and when we were about 200 feet away and approaching, the fox finally jumped up and scurried of into the bushes.  Maybe if I had said 'Squirrel' he might of chased it.  I was not too concerned that Rowdy would get hurt by the fox, because if he attacked, Rowdy would have ran back to me.  I reattached the leash and we were back on the street to finish our walk.