Saturday with Rafe

It was a nice afternoon (finally), so I decided to
take Rafe for a walk on one of the bike trails (a
former railroad bed that is now gravel and dirt,
running though fields).  We drove over to the starting
point, parked, and headed past the other cars toward
the trail.  A middle-aged couple were unloading their
bikes from the back of a truck, and she just watched
him coming and then said, “What a beautiful . . .
companion.”  Then she added:  “He is just too
beautiful to be called a dog.”  Rafe naturally went
over to them, kissed their hands (very politely, for
once, did not jump on them), and made friends.

Needless to say, we are now keeping him for at least
another week.

Cheers!

Rafe Report

Just had Rafe in for his heartworm check and realized
I had not let you know about him for a long time.

He continues to be himself, just on a larger scale.
He is now taller than Mark, so probably about 28
inches at the withers, and around 74 pounds.  We think
he looks a great deal like his dad, especially the
picture on your web site with Omar coming straight at
the camera.

When we went into the vet clinic, he lost it in the
waiting room—there was another dog on the other side,
and he really wanted to go over and play.  They put
him in an exam room, and he was delighted to see the
vet techs—stood up on his back feet, then sat, shook
hands, and kissed them as they removed his blood.
They were impressed—also enjoyed how gently he took
biscuits.

We are working on taking the dumbbell, and his
approach is certainly different—no objections to
taking it, but then he just lets it slide out and fall
on the floor.  Usually a little touch under the chin
reminds him, and he is always agreeable about it.

The tennis ball is still the greatest thing in his
world, so we have “bait” when we need it.

Cheers!

Greetings from the road

We are visiting a friend who has had horses and
shepherds for years, and thought you would like to
know her reaction:

     1) he has the best head I have ever seen

     2) he can always stay in a crate at my house–
        but you will have to fight me to take him
        back

     3) there is only one thing wrong with him:  my
        name won’t be on his papers

Last night he met the horses.  When he was lifted up
to see my horse god-daughter Tariat, he kissed her–I
think she was totally bemused.  He is also fascinated
with Gunnar the Dobe, Uncle Goon (probably because he
never saw one before).

He is still having problems with car sickness, but his
Uncle Mark did too at that age–probably has something
to do with inner ear development.

Please tell Tiffany she did a great job on the house
training.  Rafe is now sleeping 7-8 hours at night,
and heads for the door whenever he needs to go out.

Cheers!