Posted by: bree1972 | February 6, 2013

Country Dog 101 2/6/2013

Hi.  Bear here.

Maddie and I love it when our dog-niece-once-removed Beyla, Jason’s dog, comes to stay for a few days.  Beyla is a city dog (she lives in Atlanta), and we love showing her how we country dogs live.  We don’t have dog parks out here at the lake.  No sir . . . . mom and dad just open the door and out we go into our big fenced-in-front-and-back yard.  We can run and play and chase squirrels and chew pine cones all day long (or until we need some hugs and treats)!

Beyla is going to be here until Saturday, so we have a lot of time to show her the ropes of life-on-the-lake.  So far though, we aren’t making much progress.  Take this morning . . .

Mom was on Poop Patrol (it’s usually Dad, but he was gone to the grocery store).  I honestly don’t know why they pick up the poop – something about not stepping in it and not having it all over the yard when visitors come.  Anyway, one of them does it everyday, and hey – if that’s what brings a smile to their face – it’s ok with Maddie and me.

I guess, with two dogs, it would get a little “too much” after a few days . . . .

One day's Patrol results - and that's only in one part of the yard.  Boy, that Maddie!  She's a real pooper!

One day’s Patrol results – and that’s only in one part of the yard. Boy, that Maddie! She’s a real pooper!

Now I couldn't care less if the poop gets picked up or not.  What I like about Poop Patrol is that whoever is doing the patroling is also using the time to throw a tennis ball for me to retrieve!

What I like about Poop Patrol is that whoever is doing the patrolling is also using the time to throw a tennis ball for me to retrieve!  I tried to explain the concept to Beyla . . .

. . . someone throws the ball, then you chase after it as fast as possible.  I love trying to catch it on the bounce, but there was no chance of that this morning with mom doing the throwing because she throws like a girl.

. . . someone throws the ball, then you chase after it as fast as possible. I love trying to catch it on the bounce or in the air, but there was no chance of that this morning because mom was doing the throwing, and she throws like a girl.

Beyla didn't even keep her eyes on the ball, for Pete's sake!

Beyla didn’t even keep her eyes on the ball, for Pete’s sake!  She was watching something in the park.  Can you imagine something more important than a tennis ball!?

Ok, Beyla.  Watch again.

Ok, Beyla. Watch again.

Mom throws the ball (geez, she can't bounce it, and she can't aim either).  Anyway, look, Beyla.  You chase the ball into the bushes and go in after it!

Mom throws the ball (geez, she can’t bounce it, and she can’t aim either). Anyway, look, Beyla. You chase the ball into the bushes and go in after it!

Good grief.

Good grief.

I thought maybe Maddie would help me with the lesson, but I should have known better.  Maddie was too busy doing what Maddie does - hunting!

I thought maybe Maddie would help me with the lesson, but I should have known better. Maddie was too busy doing what Maddie does – hunting!

Ok, Beyla.  Maybe we started off at too advanced a level.  Let's try chewing.  Insert a ball, or stick, or pinecone in to mouth.  Then spread out on the ground in a comfortable position and chew!

OK, Beyla. Maybe we started off at too advanced a level. Let’s try chewing. Insert a ball, or stick, or pine cone into your mouth. Then spread out on the ground in a comfortable position and chew!

Good grief.

Good grief.

Wait!  Is that a spark of interest?

Wait! Is that a spark of interest?

All right!

All right!  Chewing today, chasing tomorrow!

Maddie never did catch anything . . .

Maddie never did catch anything . . .

. . . and Beyla spent the rest of the morning just sitting in the sunshine, enjoying her day at the lake.

. . . and Beyla spent the rest of the morning just sitting in the sunshine, enjoying her day at the lake.

When Dad got home we were all three waiting for him . . . . .

By Saturday I figure we will have Beyla acting just like us.

Mom says we even sleep in the same position!

Mom says we’re already sleeping in the same position.  But last night, after everyone went to bed, we noticed Beyla wasn’t in the room with us.  We all had to get up and go see where she was . . . . .

Hmmm . . .  she might not be a ball chaser or a hunter.  But she sure knows how to pick a place to sleep!

Hmmm . . . she might not be a ball chaser or a hunter . . . . . but she sure knows how to pick a place to sleep!

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Responses

  1. Bear you always write such cute stories, including this one. You have a few more days to work on Beyla so who knows what could happen. I’m sure she’s doing the best she can. She probably just misses Jason, but you can tell she’s having a good time, just look at how comfy she is on that bed! 🙂

  2. City pups…Blue sacks…..Wow are those Daffodils Bear? You and Maddie are such hosts. Your Mom and dad are the best!

  3. Hahahaha Bela on the bed….that is to cute!

  4. Well, Beyla IS a GUEST, why NOT use the “Guest Room”?

  5. Loved your story, Bear. Beyla hope you enjoy yourself in the country and I’m sure they probably said to “make yourself at home” and this is what you do at home. You want to be comfortable.

  6. You and Maddie are a very good host, Bear. It’s very nice of you to let Beyla have the guest room. I think she’ll catch on to your games pretty soon but if not, you’ll still have lots of fun with her.

  7. Koti believes it is the humans job to chase the ball by these steps.
    1. Toy sitting on one side of the room or, heck, 8 inches from his nose.
    2. Koti stands next to me and looks sadly at the toy plainly saying, “Lauri, the ball is all the way over there.”
    3. I give in and get the ball and toss it to him.
    4. He catches it and sets it down.
    5. He comes and stands next to me and we go back to step 2.

    The joys of living with a Siberian – the humans learn to retrieve.

  8. Bear, looks like you’ve got a lot of teaching ahead of you! Hope it all worked out!


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