Happy Birthday

A very happy third birthday to Duncan, as well as his sister Edie and their seven other siblings!

In three years, our little boy has gone from an adorable handful of puppy:

to a very handsome, if slightly quirky, young man:

Morning Workout

Every so often, Duncan feels a burning need to run what are affectionately known as "mad circles". Indoor mad circles are tricky; they often require ricocheting off furniture in order to change direction, for example. Outdoor mad circles are much easier. Here is part of yesterday's workout:

Training without the Trainer

Duncan and I both enjoy clicker training. From my perspective, we're following a carefully designed program (Sue Ailsby's Training Levels) that breaks the desired outcomes into tiny steps so he can succeed easily and by using only positive methods. (Plus it's fun to see his furry little brain working out exactly what I'm "paying" him for!)

From his perspective, it's much simpler: CLICK = TREAT. What's not to love?

So, he wondered, what does he need me for, anyway? All he needs to do is make the clicker go CLICK, and then enjoy the TREAT. What could possibly go wrong?

Oops! It seems that clickers are trickier than they look, when you don't have a thumb to push the button.

Fortunately, this week we will reach the point in our program where we start turning the "Leave It" command (at which he does very well) into a default behaviour.

Huge Breakthrough!

Sometimes little things can be huge.

Duncan has always been super sensitive about people touching his legs or feet. It's not surprising, really; the poor little guy broke his leg when he was 10 weeks old - right in the middle of the infamous "puppy fear period". Who wouldn't worry about his legs when an innocent bout of tail-chasing can break them?

At first, you took your life (or at least your arm) in your hands if you even reached toward his leg. But with lots of practice and tons of treats, we gradually got to the point where normal things like untangling leashes and grooming were no problem. But twigs or burrs caught on his leg? He freezes. And stresses. He does let us help, but it's clearly difficult for him to let us touch the problem leg, and it requires a very good treat, paid in advance.

Duncan's wire, on the right, with a paperclip

This morning, we were cutting through the schoolyard on our walk, as usual, when Duncan froze. And panted. And looked worried. I couldn't see anything wrong, so I asked him what the problem was. He looked up at me, then looked down at his front leg. I ran my hand over it, and found a little piece of very fine wire caught in his coat - it must have been pricking him. I pulled it off, praised him and we moved on to watch the man lugging old cabinets out of the school. But what a huge step for him; for the first time he actually asked for help, rather than just allowing it!

There's a bumper crop of burrs near the park bridge this year, so it will be interesting to see if he'll start asking for help with them too.

So How Has Your Summer Been?

I'm not sure if he's sticking his tongue out at the new food, or at Duncan!

Duncan has had a quiet but enjoyable summer. Much of it, of course, has been spent lying on air conditioning vents - he hates hot days. At least he's had Jax to play with indoors, though there have been a few minor differences in playing style to adjust to: Duncan defines playing as running, jumping, and wrestling, while Jax defines it as languidly swatting a paw at a piece of yarn, once or twice a week.

But they do share an interest in boxes: Duncan likes to shred them, and Jax likes to lie in them. Preferably just before Duncan can get hold of them. And even if they are a bit lumpy:

Oh, did you want to chew this egg carton? Sorry, it's mine!

We had Erin home for 10 days, which was wonderful. She gives excellent scritches, and is generous with treats. But then she vanished - Duncan hates it when we misplace the kids - so we took him to Scottsdale farm as a consolation outing. We often have the fields to ourselves there, so he can prowl around off-leash. There are so many interesting smells:

He loves to run and run and RUN. Sometimes his butt is tucked under so far as he runs I expect to see a backflip!

 Eventually, though, even a Wheaten gets tired and flops in the nice cool grass for a rest, before leading us back to the car:

You Snooze, You Lose

I'd be lying if I said that Duncan actually enjoys being groomed. But he's pretty good about it, and nearly always jumps up to put his front paws on the table when I ask him to, so I can boost him the rest of the way. This morning, though, he was a bit slow. And someone else jumped the queue:

Jax loves being combed! So I gave him a quick beauty treatment, which perplexed and worried Duncan. This is a dog grooming table. What is this cat doing on it? And worse - what about the treats that usually accompany grooming? Were they safe? (Yes, they were - Jax doesn't eat treats. Ever. Food, he says, means kibble, served in a proper bowl. Nothing else will do.) 

When I lifted Jax down, Duncan wasted no time in hopping up for his turn:

He looks a bit funny, because we got partway through a haircut yesterday before we had to make a run to Cambridge to take Grandma's cat to the vet (she's fine - a much better diagnosis than we feared). So parts of him are looking quite lovely, but his face and legs are still shaggy.

Duncan's Deck's Done! *

Well, after being held up by several rainy weekends, the old deck is gone and the new deck is finally finished, the grading is done, and the sod is down! It looks wonderful!

And, of course, Duncan was a great help through the entire process:

The grading looks okay...

So I pee on this "mulch" stuff around the tree?

A boy and his tools.

Quitting Time!

Working guys get dirty on the job, of course. In fact, you might notice that, from the ankles down, Duncan looks more like a black lab than a wheaten terrier - and this was after a preliminary hose-down on the lawn! So right the photos were taken, he was scooped up and carried to the bathtub. Very embarrassing, but it was the only way he was going to be allowed into the house!

Meanwhile, Jax has his own way of supervising his staff:

Is it suppertime yet?

No? Well, wake me when it is.

* - (Well, almost done. Just the skirting to go, so it's usable.)