We took the dogs up to a training centre near Cookstown this morning – the K9 Country Inn, for the first of a few training sessions. The idea is give Memphis a tune-up and teach Georgie basic obedience. George is likely going to be 180 pounds or even more when he matures so we want to be sure he will walk with good leash manners, not pull, not jump up, sit, lie down and so on. I learned a lot in just one session about how to go about this whole business. More on this as we make a little progress….
After work I took the Newfs over to the lake. We saw Buffy there playing fetch the stick in the water. She taught Georgie a thing or two about goofing around in the water, but he was still nervous to go in over his head.
Of course Memphis had a great time too.
Somehow young George found a burr patch. The photo shows all the burrs he managed to get deeply imbedded in his coat. Memphis got a couple but not nearly so bad as George.
Georgie was born 7 months and 21 days ago. That’s not the milestone. I just weighed my little buddy and he’s not so little any more. He’s 101 pounds.
Memphis reached 108 pounds at a year and George still has over 4 months to go. Memphis is now 137 pounds, bigger than many female Newfs. It looks like Georgie is going to be much bigger than that by the time he’s done.
Georgie went for his grooming session with the fabulous Lorraine yesterday and this morning it was Memphis’ turn. Georgie came along for company and got to play with his new pals Pele and Rollo.
Today’s plan was to get the Rangers groomed, but unfortunately our awesome groomer had to reschedule. With the morning free, I decided to take them to the leash free park at Jack Darling in Mississauga, one of our favourite places to have fun with other dogs.
Conditions were a bit icy after a melt followed by a freeze with some areas that were best avoided. The photo shows the worst of the trails – the whole length of it (left side of the photo) is very slippery ice today. There were some other icy patches as well, but the dogs handled them well. You can see how this one short section of trail melted then refroze. The ice here was quite solid. I’d rather have the ice than melting slush, though.
The dogs played with many other dogs. George just couldn’t get enough. When we got back to the gate and Memphis and I were ready to go, George scheduled one more wrestling match, this time with a 10 month old great Dane (sorry I don’t have a photo…at this point my hands were getting cold and there was no way I was taking my gloves off unless I had to).
This trip must have tuckered both Rangers out. Georgie is sound asleep at the front door, and Memphis is passed out on the dog bed a few feet from me. Come to think of it, I might just have a little nap too.