We had a VERY uneventful walk this afternoon, with virtually no pulling or straining at the leash. I'd like to chalk that one up to diligence in training regimen and consistent rewarding of positive behaviours, but, there's an outside chance that the high temperature and high humidity may have had some impact. On our way back home, Gunnar clearly had enough, and mosied over to a nice-cropped lawn in a shady spot, and plunked himself down, full recline, soaking up the coolness of the grass. After that brief break, we made the slow march back home.
Now, the internet news sites are full of articles about some "giant moon" we're supposed to have this Saturday. So, thinking about all that hard-wiring in my cattle-breeding puppy, will the lunar influence drive him to another kind of beast? If we're not at class on Sunday, you'll know that he has evolved into something horrible.
The penny bottle traps have gone untouched all week, until this evening. The temptation was too great, and Gunnar went for a nice, white running sock. Yummmy! The crash sent him scurrying. We'll see how long before he strikes again.