


My life and the life of my family - from my point of view!
Just before the Christmas holiday, the instructors announced that everyone had passed Level 1! So there was one class of level 2 left before the break so we went and visited there. They had all sorts of interesting things set up and we tried and tried to walk along all the paths that they had set up. It was really hard to stay with E&A. But we survived!
Then after Christmas when classes finally started up again, E couldn't make it to the first class with me. So A and I went on our own that Tuesday. We had a good time and even had some walking around that we did. But I passed a little close to one of the other dogs so I barked a bit, but eventually calmed down. Then our last activity, one of the trainers held my leash and A went running away - oh sadness! But then A called to me and the trainer let me run to A - high speed chase yippee!
When Saturday rolled around, I was ready to go have fun at class again. E&A were both with me this time. We had our little corner that E seems to like, right there by the door to the "nap room". I decided to bark a lot that day. So much that we hung out in the naproom and didn't get to do much with the class. I would calm down a little bit, then we'd go back out to the class and then someone would look at me - woof wooof woof! Back in the nap room. Colleen came in to visit us and suggested that we start coming to the "Relaxing Rowdy Rovers" class, but I could still come to the levels class too.
RRR isn't until Thursday nights, so we went to one more Level 2 class on Tuesday. I was really excited!! We got there before the door was open so A took me for a little walk. I wanted to tell everyone how excited I was, so woof woof woof I told the world. Well A wasn't going to let me in until I had stopped barking, so we waited around the corner while all the other dogs went in. E went to get our nametage and talked to Robin. When he came out we got back in the car and left. Sad, I didn't get to go in and play. And since I was so vocal outside the trainers actually decided that I should only go to the Rowdy Rovers class.
So now I'm working on relaxing rowdy Roman!
R
In my first couple of days I tried to meet and play with one of the neighbor hounds, Blessie, but that didn't go too well. Everyone seemed to think that I was not happy about playing nice and dragged me away!
There was one day that a spider set off a motion sensor and there were sirens and all sorts of noises while E&A were away at work. So until they could figure out what was wrong with the sensor, they turned off that one sensor. Being the smart fella that I am, I used that as an opportunity to explore the house and do some "redecorating." I figued out that if I bounced around enough, I could unhook some of the latches on my crate and with a little pushing, pulling and houdini tricks, I was able to squeeze out of my crate.
What do you think of my design style?
A big thanks to E for documenting my handywork! Although he considered the shoe trees and his book to be great casualties of my "antics" and didn't seemed too pleased with me. As big as I am, I figured out how to hide under the bed real quick!
I've worked on a couple of other noteworthy projects since then. Two days later I actually got myself stuck in the top half of the crate door and bent things up a little bit. No worries though, I was able to pull the whole front end of my crate in and then walked right out. Redecorating time!!!
Now E&A had great motivation to keep me IN my crate while they were out. So E bought a bunch of clips and secured all the edges of my crate. I haven't gotten out since! But I did manage to kick/slide the tray thingy halfway out once. Then I didn't know what to do with it and the edge of it was smack dab in the middle of my space, so I treated it just as any tresspasser should be treated. Tear it to pieces!!! What fun!
Oh, but I had one more antic up my sleeve in the crate department. Once the plastic pan was out of the way, I had open acces to the carpet scrap that was under my crate. The grid of wire on the bottom is probably 6" by 6" and I found a way to get a hook on it. Pulled the whole 4'x4' square of carpet through a 6" hole. Triumph!!!
Now it's just me and the cement floor. Occasionally I manage to scoot my crate here and there away from its ideal location. Sometimes my Kong or bone get stuck under the crate...it seems I can lift the crate with my head. I've started to get a little too cozy with some attachment on the furnace lately (so E says). But I should be getting a new tray any day now and I won't have access to external traction anymore. Hopefully, it'll still fit in the base of the crate, even though I have added some curvature to the typically straight line welded design of the wires. I'll do my best to not snack on this one, as long as E&A keep it latched in...
R