Who's a Big Dog Then?
I’m pleased to
say our new dog Elwood seems to be settling into life with us quite nicely.
As I speak, he’s
lying on the floor in front of the sofa having recently come in from his
evening wee. He’s pretty exhausted, which I take to mean we’re doing something
right. My wife pointed out the other day that since getting him we seem to have
only one objective: to keep him in a constant state of supreme tiredness. This
is our mission should we choose to accept it and we certainly do; far better
that he should be too tired to do anything than he be bouncing off the walls at
a loose end.
We’re fortunate
that he’s very easygoing, particularly when he’s so big; if he had any
awareness of how large he was he’d have the potential to be quite intimidating
(if he wasn’t such a softie). As it stands, we tend to take him out for two
walks a day - one of about an hour and another of about thirty minutes - and
that seems to tire him out sufficiently, so much so that he’s asleep for pretty
much the rest of the day.
While I’ve taken
him to a variety of places over the past fortnight, tomorrow sees my
latest social experiment: seeing how he copes with going to some dog-friendly
pubs, while I meet my friend Steve in the morning; hopefully they won’t be too
busy and he’ll be all right with it; I’m pretty sure he will be, but I won’t
jump to conclusions just yet. Wish he luck…