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Friday, December 10, 2010

Random Friday

I don't have any pictures because I was working on Christmas knitting yesterday. I should be able to finish the biggest project and then I'll fit the rest of it in around my normal knitting, so at this point, I'm planning on returning to normal blogging next week! With pictures and everything!

I've discovered something new about Logan. We were going for a walk the other day (we do little walks so he can learn how to behave on a leash and get a little exercise) and he found a stick. It was a little stick, about 10 inches long, really more of a twig than a bigger stick, but he picked it up. And proceeded to carry it for the rest of the walk. No chewing on it, just carried it happily and pranced a bit (retrievers are always so proud of themselves for carrying things). He was really funny, but having the stick in his mouth meant he wasn't picking up rocks/mulch chips/acorns and I didn't have to fish rocks/mulch chips/acorns out of his mouth as we walked. I've seen dogs who like to walk with toys in their mouth, but I've never had a dog who did this. Apparently now I do! I'm thinking of getting him a retrieving dummy to carry on walks because there aren't always sticks available. He could bring the dummy inside and we could use it just for walks, and I would know where the dummy had been (you don't always know what sticks have been up to or who has been on them). I'll have to take a camera with me on our walks so you can see him!

Have a great weekend!

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Anonymous Ruth said...

One of my neighbour's dogs carries his own leash. I'm not kidding, he will not *wear* it. He has to carry it in his mouth! :) Funny pups.

10:53 AM  
Blogger midj said...

My friend has a golden that likes to do the same thing. She was reminded that, in the summer especially, dogs need to release heat through their mouths. A bottle of chilled water alternated with the "dummy" might work well. Check with your vet or breeder. And enjoy those walks! Having a companion is always great!

11:44 AM  
Blogger Mindy said...

The least "doggy" dog in the world, Jack, loved to carry around a stick. He kept it by the back door and would grab it on his way to the yard. He would fetch it long after he gave up tennis balls and he would definitely prance when it was in his mouth!

11:48 AM  
Blogger Michelle said...

Too cute. Nimitz sometimes will carry a stick, but only a few feet and then he'll drop it and keep going. He's also very unmotivated toys though so any attention to any sort of object is a big deal around here.

1:21 PM  
Blogger Emily and Laura said...

My last golden, Rusty, also loved to walk himself, like Ruth's neighbor's dog. He'd carry his leash in his mouth most of the time. It looked totally silly, but it's not uncommon for goldens, I gather.

The golden before Rusty was Casey, and during the first week after we adopted her she discovered a stuffed Garfield that had been my daughter's as a child. For the rest of her life, Casey had that stupid Garfield in her mouth at least 80% of the time. We still have him, dried slobber and all, as a lovely memory of a very silly dog!

4:22 PM  
Blogger Syd said...

I love this part of a relationship with our fur-faces!! Where we are both learning things about each other. Such fun and love all rolled up into a furry body.

11:16 AM  

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