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Grumpy Toby

I was sitting on my beanbag chair (OK, pile of dirty laundry) when Toby barged into the bedroom and started harrumphing. Snort this, stomp that. “Mom, get off of the laundry.” Whatever. I moved aside so my obviously upset puppy could go to bed.

A few minutes later I walked out of the room and was greeted by this:

Evidently Toby had wanted to go outside to play. He got discouraged when I didn’t notice him trying to bring me my boot and his leash, so he threw himself in the laundry.

Cairn terrier fast asleep in the dirty laundry.

If you’re not going to pay attention to me, I’m going to bed.

That's great, sweetie. You're so helpful. Now we just haveto work on your timing.

This wasn’t the first time the boot/leash things happened.

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Are We Cool?

Are We Cool?
Are We Cool?

If you have a terrier, you know that you must keep them on a leash pretty much all the time.  (They are too interested in the world to reliably come when called.)  In an effort to get Geordie some exercise, I bought him a really long, 50 foot leash.  I thought that he and I would be able to romp, chase balls, catch Frisbees and such with him still safely tethered to me.

I was so disappointed when I took Geordie out on his new leash!  Although it was 50 feet long, all he cared about was being 50 1/2 feet away from me.  I couldn’t engage him in any games; he only wanted to pull further away.

Finally I had had enough.  Geordie was busy sniffing mystery scents as far away from me as he could, so I decided to lie on the ground and watch the clouds for a  bit.  After a few minutes, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the quiet.

The next thing I knew, I felt something brush against my hair.  Ew!  What was that?!? Turns out, it was my puppy gently sniffing me.   When he was done, he laid down next to me with his fur barely brushing against me so that he could tell if I moved.  Everything about his body language said he was checking to see if things were still cool between us.  Sure, puppy, they’re cool.  This was one of the first times Geordie seemed to show an interest in whether or not I was upset with him.

After a few minutes, I gave him a hug to let him know we were OK and to  release him from his apologetic “good behavior”.

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