A co-worker of my husband asked, “would you be interested in a 2 year old dog?”
The question caught him out, as he kindly asked what kind of dog. Fast forward to the weekend and we went to see this Norwegian Elkhound. Bob was bought for a lady in her eighties. But he was too big, too strong and heedless.
We arrived at the house in the country and were greeted by Bob, front paws on the top of the gate and hind ones planted firmly on the ground. He took one look at us and smiled. I think he was saying, gotcha!
He was correct. He had us from that goofy smile and ceaseless tail wagging.
He came home with us quietly. We stopped to buy leash, bowls, dog food etc. And then the trouble started. He decided he would be boss and eat everything in sight. Wellington boots, shoes or slippers weren’t good enough they were simply a starter. What he liked was the tough teeth crunching wooden posts, his kennel and finally his coupe de resistance, the electric gate leads.
As everyone knows he obviously survived the electricity but didn’t go back for seconds. The reason being the wires were encased in plastic casing then a metal casing. In fact everything we thought he might eat was encased, or locked away or hidden.
Luckily he mellowed as he settled down though he never lost that heedlessness making teaching him a very big challenge. In the end though I think he has been the teacher.
Take this idea I had for photos of him and Ellie.
I had everything set up then he decided he wasn’t in the mood for modelling.
On this occasion I didn’t give in.
It isn’t easy getting the bow in place, getting him to allow it to sit there was the big problem.
There is that look on his face again, wouldn’t you love to know what he was thinking?