Play Time

This morning we were invited to play in Cadence’s new, fenced yard. I shouldn’t have told Guinness that we were going to play with a friend, because he went bonkers! He was SO excited! He danced to the car, then jumped continually all the way there. I did not bring his pinch collar, so he dragged me, literally, to Cadence’s house. They ran and ran in the back yard. True bliss. Cadence wanted to play stick, and Guinness chased her but did not take her stick. She eventually put it down on the ground so that Guinness would pick it up as she wanted to play tug. But he refused. Dumb dog! He loves playing tug, and I refuse to play that game. He waited for her to pick it up again then chased her some more. In human terms, he was being polite. In dog terms, he probably was ceding dominance. When they were too tired to run, they had a huge drink together. Again Guinness was either polite or letting Cadence be the leader of the pack. I am pleased whichever it is -- pleased that he is either mannered or not an alpha dog. Once recovered, the wrestling match began. Eventually, they were both too pooped to play.