Summer is a time when I end up exercising dogs. And giving the furminator a workout. Early in the morning we go to the farm for an hour run. It is satisfying to do a little tune up while there, when a ‘back’ command has both dogs turning on a dime. Last time out made me miss the training days.
I missed the check cords, bird launchers, the repetitions, and the whoa table. My female is 5 now and my male is 3.
I came home and announced, “two more years and it’s time for another Puppy.” To say the dear wife was horrified would not be an understatement.