pretending to be an owl…
Snow Den
January 15, 2020.
Sami would happily stay out in the snow all day. Maybe he’s got some husky in him.
It’s Samson’s Birthday!
Me: It’s Sami’s 18 months old birthday! A whole year and a half! It’s his day to sniff and play and enjoy whatever he likes!
Husband: So many birthdays… didn’t we just celebrate 17 months a month ago?
Me: They don’t live as long as us.
Husband: Then at least seven birthdays a year are required.
Me: Thank you dear. 😉
Bravado
In time,
I will conquer it all.
Just now, let me conquer your heart.
I am learning
The ways of the world,
Let me grow,
Slowly.
Sami at seventeen…
months.
He looking at the light of his life, in both photos. And no, that’s not me. I’m a close second though. Especially if I have chicken.
I was not!
…rolling in raccoon shit. You always think that I’ve been rolling in raccoon shit, even when I haven’t been.
Don’t trust me? 
No.
Susan Salo Spider and Ladder grid
Sami and I hadn’t worked with the spider (an apparatus invented by Susan Salo to help the dog build a natural, healthy jump style) nor the ladder grid for months, but he performed beautifully. He loaded his rear, stepped into the optimum take off point, sprang from two rear feet, and arced nicely over the jump.
Recallers games built in all the foundational skills of ‘it’s your choice’, sit, focus forward, release, and drive to something.
Sweet Sixteen (months, that is…)
It’s a rainy October day, but we took birthday pictures anyway.
