I am attaching some photos for your viewing pleasure.
My naughty son was channeling his inner war-dog – can you believe the trench he dug! Just kidding – he had some help from dad – Jack had to dig out the septic thing and Chief would not stay out of that hole! Good thing the lid weighs a ton or he would have went for a very nasty swim. The rest are pretty self-explanatory – Xmas pix of Chief and Jack. The constant pestering of Jack for his coffee – no way though -not even for kisses. I have said it before, but I will say it again – Chief ADORES Jack. I often tell Jack he is Chief’s man-crush. He just laughs.
Chief is doing quite well. He is strong and smart and healthy. He bounces when he walks. He is the best watch dog. He constantly checks out that window- if you say “who’s that?” he flies to all the windows to check it out. I think he sleeps with one eye open – he seems to never rest. Jack’s job now requires him to work second and sometimes third shift, and I cannot tell you how much safer I feel alone knowing I have him with me.
I tried a new thing with him about a month or so ago. Since he was little, he could always retrieve an object that was visible, but I didn’t know about something not visible. Well he has these balls he loves to play with in the living room, but they often roll out of sight under tables, etc. where he can’t reach. I got sick of crawling around finding them for him, so for the hell of it I said, Chief, go find your ball. I am not kidding, he went right to the coffee table, laid down, and pointed his nose toward it. It was right there! He has had no training in this, I don’t even know what you call it, but he can do it!