It’s spring, and that’s bringing out the frisky in Bosco. He’s spent the last two weeks romping around. It’s time to push him to his next level of confidence, and his rompiness is really helping him.
Two weeks ago he went to a spring break play date at his school. He met a lot of new dogs and people, with very little anxiety. He even walked through an obstacle course. I’m not saying he broke any speed records – or that Robyn didn’t cheat and lift him onto some platforms. But he went through hoops and jumped over a hay bale. I couldn’t believe he did that.
This is the face of a guy who doesn’t understand why there’s a fake crab between his toes, when he got in trouble for trying to eat the fake starfish.
Last weekend I took him on a walk with a meetup group to walk the Saucon Rails to Trails path. Neither one of us is particularly good with new people, and he was more than a little nervous when we started – enough to cause some folks to misinterpret him. For the first bit, people were afraid to approach him, and they kept their dogs far away. But then Bosco hit his groove (stopping to poop helped), and he won everyone over. When I told his story, they were amazed that the dog before them has overcome all that he has.
Bosco hasn’t been rompy about everything. As we walked around the neighborhood on Saturday morning, we went right past a bunny. Bosco is not familiar with bunnies. It shot away from us, but stopped about ten feet away. I was more than a little concerned – we haven’t had enough situations to allow me to gauge his prey drive, so I tightened my grip on his leash and hoped I could hold on.
Bosco looked at the bunny, then turned to me. His face said, “Something way deep inside of me is telling me I should do something about this. But I don’t really feel like it. Do I have to?” Of course the answer was no, and we moseyed away from a very confused rabbit.
Today we went back to Rails to Trails and took a huge walk. We learned two things: I need new shoes, and Bosco doesn’t like a walk that’s over two miles. Since we did four miles, let’s just say there was some grumbling. Since a recent weigh-in revealed that he’s now up to 82 pounds (!!!!!), I told him to hush up and walk. And he did, trailing behind me like a cranky little kid. I’m pretty sure if he could have gotten hold of my cell phone, he’d have tried to call a cab. This is how he looked 10 minutes after we got home.
The rompy tank is empty.