Tug has been pretty good lately (or we're getting better at "re-directing" him during rough spots). The weather was pretty cold lately so we had a sluggish boy. Now it's warmed up again and he's getting fairly active.
I took him to the paw park last Sunday afternoon and for the first time he really tried to lure another dog into playing. He'd do his dance with his butt in the air and bowing down to the ground on his front paws and dashing away. Then the other dog would run a circle around Tug and dash off and then Tug did his dance...it was really cute! They both had a good time. It seems like many of the dogs in the "small" (under 30 lbs.) area are all indoor types like Tug with no yards to play in and for most it's their only off-leash time. I can't imagine what Tug's life would have been like without these parks to go to as the poor boy hates his leash. I guess he never would've known the difference but he so enjoys running along in the park with his nose to the ground and not having to worry about us slowpokes holding him back (literally).
Support your local paw parks!!
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Tug's holidays
Tug had a few rough days just before Christmas as roofers were tromping around above him. For three days he was a nervous wreck. Then, after they left, he was still pretty clingy and jumped at normal noises- like the vacuum cleaner which he used to try and ride. We'd read that at 6-7 months Bostons can get clingy and act afraid of things they were previously okay with so we hope that's it. Our boy is 8months now so maybe it's behind us?
Today, I sat at the dining room table and he had his new chew toy out on the porch. He jumps up, carries it as he runs circuits full tilt through the rooms, leaps back onto the porch, shakes the toy like it fought him the whole way and repeats...about three times. Shortly afterward, I walk back into the room and look for him on the porch but he's not there. I say his name and Mama's recliner rocks slightly as he rouses himself and looks over the armrest like "whatsamatter?" I guess it's really Tug's recliner now.
Today, I sat at the dining room table and he had his new chew toy out on the porch. He jumps up, carries it as he runs circuits full tilt through the rooms, leaps back onto the porch, shakes the toy like it fought him the whole way and repeats...about three times. Shortly afterward, I walk back into the room and look for him on the porch but he's not there. I say his name and Mama's recliner rocks slightly as he rouses himself and looks over the armrest like "whatsamatter?" I guess it's really Tug's recliner now.
