Sunday, March 9, 2008

Just one more minute

Oliver is a really well behaved puppy-he got crate training/holding it almost instantly. When I moved the crates into what was formerly the snake room but now is the dog room, he learned to walk from the crate all the way through the house and out the back door before pottying in the morning. When the pack comes in for the night or to be fed, he goes right to his spot and waits to be lifted into his crate. He's just a doll.

So, last night, when he refused to come in with the other dogs, I was surprised. I left him out for a bit and then went to the door and he still wouldn't come in. He wasn't crying at being left alone, he just didn't want to come in. I was perplexed.

I went outside and sat down on a bench. He came up, did a play bow and ran off. So, I obliged, chasing him around the backyard saying intelligent things like "I'm gonna get you". He tore around the yard a few times, rolled in the grass and yipped with joy. Then he trotted to the back door.

I picked him up and he nuzzled my neck in his Oliver way, tail going madly. Sometimes we all need just one more minute.

1 comment:

Forever Young said...

one minute with oliver is worth a million minutes with some people i know!