Trail is still obsessed with the blue chuck-it ball. He carries it around, puts it in my lap for me to throw and also will put in a drawer that is open, in shoes and in boxes. He seems to enjoy the challenge of getting it out of unusual spots.
"Is my ball in there?"
Once Trail confirmed that his ball was in there, he had Bill come along and check it out.
"Yes Trail, your ball is in there."
During Trail's attempts to get his ball out of the carton of cans of root beer, he accidentally (?) punctured a can.
No harm done, in his opinion. If you look closely, you can see his tongue slurping up some of the root beer.
The pack is all excited because we got a new outdoor water dish. A really big one.
"What the heck is this thing?"
Trail wasn't too sure about it. As he did when visiting the ocean for the first time, he seemed to be thinking, "we never had things like this in Indiana." Once he realized that there was water in it, he seemed to figure it out.
"Oh, a water dish."
Brook just thought of it as another obstacle for a poor little blind and partly deaf dog to have to navigate around.
At least one of the pack knows what the purpose of this water dish pool is.
Yesterday, Hiker found something in the dirt at the side of the barn.
She isn't a dirt eater (Bill is) so I knew that there must be something in the dirt, especially once she started wagging her tail and pawing at the dirt. In case you can't see it in the above photo, this is what she discovered -
Hiker was excited and seemed to think that this little critter which kept hopping around would be fun to play with and then she tried to grab it with her mouth. Nope, not a good idea, I quickly told her, "Hiker, no! Don't eat it!" (unlike somebody in blogville... http://scotsmad.blogspot.ca/2014/07/grasshopper.htm)
This little critter was safely relocated and apparently wasn't too traumatized since we've seen it twice since the day that Hiker almost ate it.
A few days before travelling to Maine to bring Trail home, I had purchased some vegetable plants. While away, there was a frost that severely damaged the plants, so no veggies in the garden.
I was able to find some more plants and decided to dig a bigger garden - with help of course.
Trail was very interested in this digging process while the others had more of a "been there, seen that" attitude and weren't too interested.
Even though Trail had only been with us for a couple of days, he was being a "velcro" dog (typical Australian Cattle Dog) and kept bringing his blue chuck-it ball over for me to throw.
It became obvious that he wasn't too pleased with the lack of ball throwing and the digging when he lay on the shovel.
It was a process that took longer than it should have, but the end result was worth it. Yes, it would have been quicker and easier to do it without "help" but as I have said before, there isn't any fun in that!