Mick at 15 is Keeping Me on my Toes
Oh my. My old boy Mick is now teaching me about 'old dogdome'. He is the first dog I have owned that has lived past 8.5 years. He is 4 months from his 15th birthday. He still loves to retrieve in water and on land. He lives for this, and for FOOD.
Sunday evening I had some cooked chicken on the counter, painstakingly stripped from the bone for Simon who's appetite is up and down these days. I went out to the pool to meet someone. When I came back inside, the container was where I had left it …but it was empty. I think I probably had left the dinning room chair pulled out so that it was close to the counter. That's how he got up there to help himself without disturbing the container placement. My bad I guess, gotta be thinking more about prevention.
Yesterday I had my private lesson training bag on a chair by the table. Came home from teaching at Stay Pet Hotel and found it's contents scattered across the dinning area floor. Ripped and shredded to get the goodies out of miscellaneous bags and containers buried deep in the recesses of the bag. My bad again for leaving it on the chair in the first place.
Will I ever learn?