Rowan has his own interpretation of how to walk on a leash! He's very nice about it, he's just clueless. I'm standing in the middle holding the leash, and he treats me like a maypole, dancing all around. He has no idea about cars -- dashing out in front of them, or running away scared, completely unpredictable. He doesn't understand "walk with me," much less "heel." So we're starting from scratch, just getting him around the next cul-de-sac and back, avoiding the block with the Rottweiler and the one with the Akita ... Poor fella is so weak that I can control him easily. I can just pick him up and move him where I want him! He's afraid of the stairs down the back of the house, so we're working on that -- I put up the other dogs and he has to descend the stairs to get his dinner, at his own pace. He has chewed up his collar and eaten a toy. He is such a hilarious character! Sascha has decided that he's her soulmate and just adores him. They're both bright red so they're very cute together.
Rowan just inhales his dinner! I've decided to feed him twice a day to try to avoid bloat and to aid digestion. That boy can eat! I want to start brushing his teeth but he's not thrilled about me touching his mouth ...
He LOVED the rain and all the mud on his big paws! my T-shirts will never be the same ;-)! what a goofball!
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