It’s official – I’m just as tired sitting in the car as I am if I’m driving. It’s been a long 3 days for Spider, on the leash all the time or in his crate. I took him for a walk as soon as we got home…
He has the Gator thing figured out, no problem. As long as he stays out in front of it following the ladies where I can see him, I’ll follow along and he can run or walk or collapse in a heap or sniff or chew.
This morning I gave him a treat ball that drops kibble when he pushes it. He pushed it near his crate, kibble fell out, and he was thrilled. So now he’s pushing his crate all over the living room obviously hoping for a ham to fall out, or a turkey or other roast beast.
I learned – remembered, actually – an important husbandry point this morning. When you have a Giant Schnauzer you have to buy what we here in Saskatchewan would call the “Hutterite colony size” peanut butter, not the puny little single-family size.