Rowan's head and Allie's diet

>Rowan's photo: beautiful head

Dear Lynne

Thank you. Unfortunately, what's inside that head is pure concrete -- or else I'm just a useless trainer. In any case, I'm having no luck at all teaching him the basics: stay. no, stay. really, stay. stay where you are. no, don't jump up in my face. don't run around the yard in circles. stay. >sigh<

At least he can now run around without falling down. This is great progress. I attribute it to his freestyle obedience class, where we are not succeeding in doing anything we are told to, but we are trying and having fun.

You can always feed Stocker home-cooked on alternating days or something. I just cooked up a big stock-pot for 12 days -- HEB was having a sale on chicken breast tenders, with the veg the whole thing cost $15. I will steam up the rice separately.

Isn't it funny how the older ones get to us? You are probably the only person who understands. Allie's eyes are getting so big, and she's like a puppy in many ways. I'm so happy when she gets a wild hair and decides to race down the block for a bit, pulling me along like a kite. She has a kooky sense of humor and loves stealing things and hiding them in my bed. She esp. loves sleeping on my pillow where she isn't allowed. I'm not an affectionate person and had no idea I would ever feel this way about anyone. I feel like the Grinch with my heart growing bigger whenever I'm around her. How did I ever get so lucky?

Best to Stocker,
C