Sunning on the deck. What's he thinking, cottage?
Well, we're going somewhere, I just haven't figured it out yet. I hope I'm getting a Big Mac out of this ...
Fossil hunting again, maybe?
Okay, now I know, cottage! Last leg, boat trip across the lake (keep those ears down!)
Play time. He can't find the tennis ball, but he can follow someone who can:
Race! (As in, I'm going where you're going!)
Dry land, but I'm wet!
Whoops. Where'd everybody go?
I knew you'd be back. And how to finish the day: go watch the sunset.
And finally, home again, deck, best bud, sun, what more could you want?
He's almost totally blind now. A game we developed back on the home front: go to a local park, it's a big open field, baseball diamond, play area, little creek running through it, typical park. He's been a thousand times, easily. he likes it there. I let him loose, he heads for the trees to sniff or something, I stay around the spot where I let him loose. He suddenly remembers he's blind and needs me and comes back to the spot I left him and sniffs me out and then rubs his nose against my leg 'cause that's what he does.
The other day I changed things up, he goes off sniffing, I move somewhere else, he comes back to find me, can't. Now what. He gets a bit nervous. He looks back towards the house, he looks forward towards where we usually leave the park. Ears up, head up. There's purpose to his gait, as he moves out about 20 yards back towards the house. Nothing. So back to where I left him. Still nothing. Then the other way, nothing. Now he's prancing a bit, nervous. Now what i'd almost call a grid search, back and forth, hurriedly, purposefully. Thirty seconds go by, maybe, now he looks like he wants to head home. He'd make it, i'm sure, the only thing that could stop him would be a car. Time to give him a clue, a quick shout, and he covers the hundred yards or so easily, happily. He doesn't need a second shout to find me, his trajectory almost dead on.
Now, next day, he knows it's a game, or at least that i won't leave him. And he likes the chase. it's been over a year since he's been able to see the tennis ball, and a couple since he's gone after a squirrel. Sometimes he finds me, sometimes he needs help. Always he's ready for more.
He's a confident, happy dog (GSD), good-looking too. (And i'm not really a dog person, he was kind of an accident.)