30 June 2014
Front feet, back feet, walking around the forest.
It's hot in the evening now, and hot in the forest. Even in the shade. We can walk around for a long time, because the dark still comes so late. Banksy has yet to meet any of our pals the deer, or the coyotes, or the bobcats, or the puma, or the bearded old guy who hoots at us like an owl. We do a hundred thousand recalls with her flying along with that long line dragging, and so far, without our other friends, her recall is doing amazing. I hear it goes away when she turns 6 months old, so we're trying to do 2 million of them before then, and in preparation for our first coyote run-in. Because she now loves treats, I bring a pocketful of cookies, and I hope the coyotes aren't trailing the smell, lurking in the trees.
I'm not sure how you train a puppy if you don't have a forest? It has everything you need. Places to hide, places to run. Logs for feet, front and back and all of them. Skinny trees for going round, fat ones for sitting under. Dead mummified moles to practice DROP with. We sprint up the wide paths and practice heeling on the skinny, steep one that goes down to the gulch. So far she's winning with advanced forest walking skills, and fits perfectly into the group. Sometimes out front with Gustavo, who took years to do what she does every day now, and sometimes in the back with us walkers, where she doesn't mind walking close and side. Since I taught her how to put certain feet on things, sitting and standing on logs is getting easier, thus the important skill of photoshoot starting to get better.
There's loads of dust in the forest, but she doesn't need to look at it, because she's a forest Banksy!
by team small dog at 7:45 AM