March 11th. Wednesday
6:50 pm
I thought we’d easily get in an after-dinner walk, since we’ve got so much daylight after dinner time, now. But the guys didn’t want to go out. Bubba hasn’t pooped today and Buddy hasn’t since ~9 am. I’m suprised that they don’t want to go out at all.
Bubba was lying in the fireplace bed. Buddy wanted to play gatekeeper. He has learned, and adapted, again. He used to just grab his bunny and try to run past me. He has learned that I always grab the bunny’s ears when he runs by. Now he positions himself to pick up the bunny and run by me with the ears on his opposite side from me, so I can’t get an easy handle to stop his breach. It’s so much fun watching him learning and adjusting to the game!
3 pm-ish
The guys have just laid about all day, no interest in walking. So I did the mail/UPS run. There was mail, one thing for Jeremy from AAA.
Went to the UPS Store. One package.
As soon as I got back, both guys were at the door and wanted to walk. We did the path-to-PCH loop. We got passed by everybody, while we sniffed leaves and stared up in trees at squirrels. We didn’t head into town today.
We got back at 5:15 pm. Neither guy pooped.
9:40 am
Buddy pooped on the deck.
We went out for our first walk. It was a chaotic affair because Bubba couldn’t make up his mind on which direction he wanted to go, so it was a lot of starting one direction, then reversing down various offshoots of the memorial. We walked half an hour, and barely got past the memorial. We walked around the outsides of the memorial, both sides, in the memorial, twice, both directions on the walkway on the far side of the memorial.
Neither guy pooped (during the walk). We walked 30 minutes.
8:30 am
The guys weren’t ready. I snuck up on Buddy, who was half way down from the top of the couch when I walked in, with his front paws on the seat cushion, in the middle of an extensive yawn. Bubba was in the bed by the front door.
Buddy came over to greet me, before I went to prep breakfast. He then sniffed at Bubba, usually a softball attempt to get Bubba up for a walk. Bubba shifted, his front half covered by a blanket, but he seemed to decide he wasn’t in the mood to be bothered, and went back to sleep.
Buddy had flopped by the front door when I was in the kitchen, so I grabbed the harness from the basket, which was answered by him running into the fireplace bed to escape the dog catcher.