It’s time for Riley’s favorite thing. That’s a walk, which means he needs to be snapped into his harness, which is now getting a little ratty. I’ll be looking for a new one, soon.
I’d actually like one that has a D-ring apparatus that won’t slip open when he pulls on it–on this harness I’ve had to duct tape the loop to the D-ring so it won’t slip out, because he doesn’t like to heel. That dog can truck on out and has pulled the loop right out of the D-ring. Leaving him leashless. Loose. And at risk. Until I taped it.
But that means I can’t remove the leash from the harness. All ideas welcomed.
Our view of the walk
At the start of his walk he’s full of energy and on point, ready to explore. The great outdoors beyond our back yard is a joyful place for him, full of exciting sights, sounds and….
…smells. Always the first sniff is in the bushes that belong to our next door neighbor. Always.
Further down, these river rocks must be a favorite place for other dogs because he examines them quite closely.
We think he’s found some pee-mail to read.
But grass is better for leaving commentary of his own.
Sniff too far in and you might find something good. Or surprising. As happened when a little fruit rat popped out once. Whoa! He’s always on the lookout for another now.
Pondering whether to comment on a blog post or not.
Boy dogs love dirt and Riley’s sniffer works overtime on his walks. We think he’s a natural for nose work. But all that time outside seems to have made allergies act up. His eyes discharge crud and he rubs at them, and they got very, very red. So off to the vet we went.
Allergies and itchy eyes.
I saw the Ridgeback first but then the Dane came in out of my field of vision. I was looking the other way, telling M. to keep the Ridgeback away but on my blind side the huge Great Dane was two inches from Ri, whose eyes got round as saucers. He didn’t make a peep. For a change. I mean, that Dane’s snacks are larger than Riley. The the Dane decided to go play with someone more his size.
Awfully nice dogs. Kept Riley’s mind off the vet.
Abraded his cornea scratching and had to wear this. But, healed in a few days, so the cone could come off.
Which made sleeping on this book so much easier. Also doing doga–dog yoga–below.
He’s cute, no?
I am madly in love with this dog, in case you didn’t know.