Continued Carl adventures at Grandma's house

 

Carl can stack like the show dogs.  All by himself.

When all else fails, a Kong puzzle will keep him busy for ten minutes or so.

Carl and Grandma survived the first night, with an interruption at 1 a.m. to go outside to pee and check for cats.  No felines found.  Grandma has learned from past visits, she puts on her shoes and socks, and a leash on Carl when he wants out in the middle of the night.  Yes, there's a new fence and all that, but Grandma did NOT have fun with the night time hide and seek with a black dog a couple of years back.

It was sprinkling during that 1 a.m. brief outing.  Carl is not a fan of rain, as a general rule, but on the morning of Day 2 he came willingly on a leash walk, to smell all the smells in Grandma's neighborhood, and the nearby park.  We came home, and eventually he got out to "inspect the perimeter" of the yard, as most canines are wont to do.

Carl reported that all was secure, but it was still raining.  Rain notwithstanding, it was cooler outside than in, so Grandma cranked open some windows for a while.  Humid, but in the low 70's is an acceptable Summer morning.  And it smells nice!

The day warmed up, and somewhere in the mix, Grandma napped in a chair.  In the waning afternoon, Carl started getting a hopeful look in his eye when we would go out in the back yard.  Clearly he is listening for his dad's vehicle, but Facebook tells me his Dad is hundreds of miles away, looking at cars tipped into a classic configuration.  

I have never been to Carhenge myself, but clearly the traveling troupe is having a great time on the road trip.  

I remember one of my co-workers back East talking about driving across this section of Nebraska with his wife.  She was so city-bred... "How city bred was she?"  "She broke out in hives it was so isolated".

Seriously, the slogan "Nebraska, it's not for everyone" rings true for some!

While they continued their westward loop, Carl and Grandma survived a second night.  

Thursday night featured a bit of a gully washer.  We got an inch and a half of rain.  The doggie foot-bath filled a bit more overnight.  Carl slept like a rock.  I think between the fireworks, the acceptance of his current situation, etc., and his "calming" chew at bedtime, he was ready to chill.

I took my shower and came out drying off to find Carl had claimed not just 3/4, but the whole bed!  Anybody out there have a spoiled puppy?  I'll put Carl up against them any day!

We started Friday the same way we did Thursday, with a leash walk through the park and neighborhood.  Grandma did not want to challenge the mud that is likely to be fresh at the dog parks.  

I was very proud of Carl on the Friday walk.  I did not put on his bark/training collar, and we walked away from approaching other animals and humans, keeping our social distance, but he did not lunge, pull, or growl or bark at them.  He did try to pull to chase a few squirrels, mind you, but he was easily re-directed.  What a good boy!

Bottom line, life is good.  Spark on!