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peteyfoozer
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The LGD instincts are fully active in Boone. He spends a good portion of the night on the back porch, making certain the ducks, which are vulnerable to coons and small predators because they are loose (and darn it, he’s protecting them!! 
) he’s keeping the feral cats at bay and protecting the chickens and rabids. He comes inside to check on me a couple times a night, climbing up and spending 15-20 minutes in bed with us before going back to his self appointed rounds.
Boone and I went “walkies” today. That’s 3 days in a row. Granted we don’t walk far because I’m not able, but I walked further today with him then I probably walked in a year. I put a belay on a waist belt in case he tried darting after ranch dogs again. I had him on a 15’ line so I was able to see what his inclinations are if he was to be off leash. He’s not quite ready to go off leash yet, but he’s come a very long way. I know he enjoyed the time together and sniffing stuff he doesn’t usually run across in the backyard, because there was horse poop, cow poop, deer tracks and ‘yote tracks, and who knows what else he was able to sniff?
He pretty much ignored the rabidly barking dogs in the kennels we passed, and I was really proud of him.
When we got back, he wanted to do some clicker training, so we worked on look right, look left, right footie, left footie, head down on my knee, head down on my hand, head down on the floor. We worked with picking up toys and putting in the bucket, but he really doesn’t like that game. He put two toys in and then refused to play. I put him in a down stay on his platform and I went and hid the meds in the bedroom he got rewarded for his stay and had a cookie and then I sat down, and I asked him to go find my meds. He visually scanned the entire room, then went to the dining room in the kitchen and checked it out, then disappeared into the bedroom and came prancing back happily, with my meds in his mouth. He was quite pleased with himself and so was I!!!
I was impressed because there was a black waist wrap on the table that resembled the meds bag and he quickly went to grab it when he first saw it, but just as quickly rejected it when he realized it wasn’t. Smart boy!
As a reward for a successful search, I put kibble in one of his big rubber toys so he could roll it around and eat what fell out. I sat down with my phone while he played. Before long, he came and laid down in front of me with his toy, asking me to help because he wasn’t able to get the rest of the kibble to come out. I ignored him because I was on the phone and he reached up, grabbed the handle that hangs from my phone and jerked it out of my hands
Needless to say, I shook the rest of the kibble out of his toy and he let me have my phone back
His communication and problem solving skills are pretty impressive
) he’s keeping the feral cats at bay and protecting the chickens and rabids. He comes inside to check on me a couple times a night, climbing up and spending 15-20 minutes in bed with us before going back to his self appointed rounds.Boone and I went “walkies” today. That’s 3 days in a row. Granted we don’t walk far because I’m not able, but I walked further today with him then I probably walked in a year. I put a belay on a waist belt in case he tried darting after ranch dogs again. I had him on a 15’ line so I was able to see what his inclinations are if he was to be off leash. He’s not quite ready to go off leash yet, but he’s come a very long way. I know he enjoyed the time together and sniffing stuff he doesn’t usually run across in the backyard, because there was horse poop, cow poop, deer tracks and ‘yote tracks, and who knows what else he was able to sniff?
He pretty much ignored the rabidly barking dogs in the kennels we passed, and I was really proud of him.
When we got back, he wanted to do some clicker training, so we worked on look right, look left, right footie, left footie, head down on my knee, head down on my hand, head down on the floor. We worked with picking up toys and putting in the bucket, but he really doesn’t like that game. He put two toys in and then refused to play. I put him in a down stay on his platform and I went and hid the meds in the bedroom he got rewarded for his stay and had a cookie and then I sat down, and I asked him to go find my meds. He visually scanned the entire room, then went to the dining room in the kitchen and checked it out, then disappeared into the bedroom and came prancing back happily, with my meds in his mouth. He was quite pleased with himself and so was I!!!
I was impressed because there was a black waist wrap on the table that resembled the meds bag and he quickly went to grab it when he first saw it, but just as quickly rejected it when he realized it wasn’t. Smart boy!
As a reward for a successful search, I put kibble in one of his big rubber toys so he could roll it around and eat what fell out. I sat down with my phone while he played. Before long, he came and laid down in front of me with his toy, asking me to help because he wasn’t able to get the rest of the kibble to come out. I ignored him because I was on the phone and he reached up, grabbed the handle that hangs from my phone and jerked it out of my hands
Needless to say, I shook the rest of the kibble out of his toy and he let me have my phone back
His communication and problem solving skills are pretty impressive
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