Learning to Play

Henry is learning to play. Last weekend while my dad was here, he grabbed the detached head of Maggie's stuffed lions and pulled out all the stuffing. He was in a hurry when he did it, like he was getting away with something. Yesterday morning when we got back from our walk, Maggie just kept doing the play bow to Henry. She must have done it 15 times. Finally she got him to chase her a bit around the coffee table and chair. They'd run around and then jump and bump chests. Then again. Then again. He got really into it and started doing his deep soulful bark. Course, it was 7 am, so I had to try to quiet them down a bit. It was great though. I was laughing and did not really want them to stop. Last night, on the way outside, Maggie was going to take her red rubber ball. When she was getting her harness on or had walked away for a second, Henry ran and got it and started running around the living room with it. He was klutzy and dropped it a couple of times - he was so excited to be able to get the ball. He's learning.

Today after he greeted me at the door - so happy - he went right into the bedroom and barked like crazy. That's his way of expressing enthusiasm. It's like Boo's carrying his duck around. And I think he likes to be corrected. As soon as I go into the room and do my serious voice and tell him to get out of there, he does it on the first request.

Thursday, we're doing the snip.

Bloodhound rescue is willing to help with Henry even though the only certain breed in him is basset - and the bloodhound rescue person thinks he's all basset. It's like I need to do the DNA test on the dog to find him a home! Still think basset rescue owes me an apology. And I'm holding my breath until I get it. Ready... go!

Meg, I just found the cute picture of you and Boo picking grapes next to your blog comment... and then I found your blog. Sorry I didn't know about it before. Are you starting it up again?