Today, march 23, is Henry's SECOND Birthday! A two year old who seems to be past most of the terrible two's, even in dog time. He has been very animated today (cold. rainy, dreary weather....usually this is his absolute perfect 'sleep all day' kind of day). Perhaps he has gotten way too much attention from everyone here telling his it's a special day. Is it just us, or is it innate human frailty to coddle and spoil our dogs. My mother commented last Christmas how we now all sit around and focus all our attention on Henry much as we did towards my boys when they were babies. Henry is very willing recipient of a less than healthy transference: he is the default baby, the answer to 'empty nest'. God forbid he is relegated to Dog status.
Ian took him for a long walk/run/hunt down an old dam area left over from the FDR administration. Henry got his fill of chasing wild turkeys and other uncatchables. He came back exhausted, wet, and COVERED with mud and sand. Ian returned feeling cold and wet, but quite satisfied with Henry's outing. Henry is getting better and better at following directions from everyone. Once in a while that APBT stubborness shows through and you can actually see him pondering free-will vs. directions and training. His ultimate act of entitled thinking today was to jump into the middle of my bed all covered with sand and mud and whatever little critters were also attached and pass out. He opted for the bed over the warm carpet in front of the woodstove where we attempted to direct him.
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