Wordless Wednesday: Is It Lunch Time Yet? Is It Lunch Time Yet? Is It Lunch Time Yet?
Wage Slave Wednesday: Workin’ For A Livin’
Dada’s Note: Although Dennis is no longer able to really run or jump or enjoy the sorts of dog sports he used to do, he still loves to learn and is always eager to work for treats. He just does it in a lower impact fashion these days …
Trixie Tuesday: Whoosh
most boring viddyo ever
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Follow Your Nose
So yesterday, I went to the park with my wife and Tucker to help with Tucker’s scenting; and by “help” I mean I sat and held Tucker’s lead while my wife went around laying a trail of mozzarella bits and hiding a sock full of string cheese, which is the “jackpot” at the end of the trail. (Also, I “helped” by discouraging her from marking the trail with flour, on the theory that after we left, somebody would come along, see the flour, think it was anthrax or ricin or something, and call in a HazMat team. I think I annoyed her a little, but at least she isn’t going to get carted off to jail.)
Anyway, my job was pretty easy. Sit. Stay. Good boy. Tucker’s job was a little harder.