Since my granddog is no longer spending his days with my son's girlfriend, he is at our house quite a bit. We even put up an electric fence at the places Odin was getting out. I suggested testing it by flinging our least favorite cat at it, but my husband vetoed that on the grounds that the cat wouldn't be grounded, so it wouldn't be an accurate test. I am hoping Odin, Tracy's irrepressibly happy Husky mix, will teach Keely, our stodgy-old-man of a Schnoodle, how to be a dog. Keely, though only two, is more of a doorstop. He has only a stub of a tail, but if he had a long one, he wouldn't wag it anyway. Outside of the brief happy dance he does in honor of his twice daily feeding, Keely is basically a couch accessory. On the plus side, he matches our color scheme.
The weather is getting warmer and grass is not only showing, but growing in the back yard, so I am leaving the dogs outside more often. Keely thinks outside is for potty purposes only. We might as well have a sign by the back door of a dog lifting his leg. Keely spends nearly all his outdoor time standing at the back door waiting to get in. Odin likes to roll in the grass and other unmentionable substances. Dog things. He tried to play a spirited game of keep away with a little black and white ball and our gray and curmudgeon butterball. Odin won. Keely isn't good at keeping away. He practically imbeds himself in someone sitting on the couch. But sometimes, when Odin is running laps around the shop in the backyard, or racing to the back fence to bark at people who dare to walk past it, Keely follows him. Just like a real dog.
Keely may know less about playing fetch or tug-of-war than a chia pet, but he is still young, maybe he can be taught a few new tricks like--the art of being a dog.
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