The back yard still has a thick snow pack, which is perfect for high-spirited dogs. Once the snow melts--and I wish that it would melt everywhere except our back yard--it will be mud, and new grass, and the dogs will be filthy, and the grass will be trampled. But for now it's perfect for racing around.
Angus is having a great March. No classes! Few corrections! He has me all to himself on the walks and I let him meander!
But oh, April is looming.
On Sunday morning, we all walked over to the veterinarian's office--Angus and me, Rosie and Doug--and Angus had a blood draw taken, the first step toward getting....you know....neutered.
That dastardly deed will take place at the end of the month, along with a microchip. And then about 10 days later, he'll start Obedience 1.
But until then, he's happy and happy-go-lucky, racing around with Rosie and his pals from next door (who are moving! But don't tell Angus that). And he and I go around the lake, and he is very very good, meeting other dogs, making friends. At the vet's office, he walked in the door and immediately made friends with a 90-pound German shepherd. No problem.
He's completely carefree. He has no idea what's ahead.
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