I am watching him, first Victor digs up the blankets, and he roots them to the center of the bed. THen he sighs, it isn't right, so he digs some more and adds the pillows to the pile, but it still isnt' right. SO he walks around it, and starts on the feather bed. He tries so hard to get it to bunched up, and it just won't cooperate, Finallllly he gets half of it more or less folded and the rest rooted on top. ONly then is it the best he can do.
I think back to her first 5 months, and i believe that dog was cold. He abhors cold concrete and if told to sit he will but he will also show his protest with his ears and face. THat was the hardest thing in the world to do, teach him to down on a chilly surface, and he had to do it for his test. ANyways it is such a small thing to let him do, and it brings him such satisfaction.
If you ever come over to my house, don't think me a bum...
I am so bad that i go in and cover him with a sheet which makes him think "Perfecto".
I think back to her first 5 months, and i believe that dog was cold. He abhors cold concrete and if told to sit he will but he will also show his protest with his ears and face. THat was the hardest thing in the world to do, teach him to down on a chilly surface, and he had to do it for his test. ANyways it is such a small thing to let him do, and it brings him such satisfaction.
If you ever come over to my house, don't think me a bum...
I am so bad that i go in and cover him with a sheet which makes him think "Perfecto".