Weird things happened today. I got to bark "my fool head off" according to
Mom because people walked up and down in front of our house all morning. Mom
says that's because the neighbors with the Labrador were having a garage
sale. I guess it didn't work, because their garage is still there, but lots
of people came and looked at it. Mom says if THAT doesn't give me paws, then
next week our other neighbors are having a yard sale. I am speechless
. . . . . . . .
Well, actually, almost speechless. I can't even contemplate what their
property will look like if somebody buys their yard. Where will their dogs
go to poop and pee? Into MY yard? Will there be a hole? A very very big
hole? I don't want to fall in. Help! Mom says not to worry; yards are not
in much demand because it costs too much to move them. I hope so!
Then, remembering my romp in the Bay, I started thinking like the honorary
Leonberger that I am, and imagined their yard-less yard filling up with water
in the rainy season. Lots of water. Wet, muddy water. Now THAT has
promise. I will keep everyone posted and if this comes to be, maybe Mom can
invite my new Leo friends over to swim. And invite the Newfie down the
block, too. He is the Godfather of the neighborhood and loves to swim.
Mom had a headache in obedience class today and wasn't a very good post
during the figure eights. She didn't keep the click/treat ratio up high
enough and I got distracted while she was posting. When it was MY turn to
heel, she goofed again and I went all over the place. She simply MUST keep
her attention on me or we will never get this right. She was very very good
on the recall, however, and whipped out the RedBarn just at the right moment.
I am the best, Mom says. Mom is pretty good, too, though still a work in
progress.
Sailor whose has found his voice but not his rear end
