Luther is about as good a dog as you could ever dream of having in the house.. He never gets into anything. He leaves things alone on tables and on the floor. His food and treats are within reach and although he is keenly aware what they are, he never touches them or is a pest. Lauren taught him not to enter the kitchen area so he’s never behind the island where there’s a hot oven or sharp knives.
Say “Bed” and he goes straight to his dog bed and lies down with a sheepish face. At mealtime, he might hang around for a falling crumb but he doesn’t beg. He was crated every night until he was just over 3 years old and I think that really helped him know how to manage his energy appropriately. He does sit at the window in the office and watch “his neighborhood.” If anyone strange is around, he lets you know it. And he thinks everyone at the front door has come just to see him. But he will behave himself and sit and wait for them to come in. Occasionally, Luther will bring me a shoe. Usually it means he wants to go walking--Hint: my tennis shoe. He hasn’t chewed up anything since he was a teething pup. He’s just comfortable being here with us. I think we’ve been spoiled. It’s a good life!
No comments:
Post a Comment