Every day I gently toss a treat (a mini size Old Mother Hubbard "Just Vegg'n" dog biscuit, to be precise) in the hopes that eventually he'll learn to catch it out of the air like other dogs. And every day, it bounces off the middle of his forehead as he watches it fall towards him.
Today I tossed the treat, and he ducked it. I'm not sure that's progress, although at least he's figured out how to avoid getting beaned once a day by a dog biscuit.
(On another note, yesterday the dog day care called M and said Mochi was "a little under the weather -- but he's not lethargic." We had them double check they were calling about the right dog, since Mochi and lethargic are pretty much inseparable if he's not at the dog park.)
Obviously, no second career as a dog whisperer is likely...
Today I tossed the treat, and he ducked it. I'm not sure that's progress, although at least he's figured out how to avoid getting beaned once a day by a dog biscuit.
(On another note, yesterday the dog day care called M and said Mochi was "a little under the weather -- but he's not lethargic." We had them double check they were calling about the right dog, since Mochi and lethargic are pretty much inseparable if he's not at the dog park.)
Obviously, no second career as a dog whisperer is likely...
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