That sounds like a really fun mix! My grandfather got mine as a very young puppy shortly after I was born, and since there was no daycare at the time I spent almost all day every day at their house. He even helped me learn how to walk by standing very still while I stood up leaning against him and slowly moving to the side 😂. I remember trying to harness him to my sled to pull me around the yard one winter - he tried his very best, but it turns out I was not in any way skilled enough to make that work.
Man do they take their jobs seriously. I'm glad my grandparents were (mostly) retired when they adopted him. My grandmother trained him to pick up weeds and put them in the wheelbarrow when she was weeding her gardens and my grandfather would take him for rides everyday when he would go visit his friends to play cribbage. Grandpa also taught him to run off the groundhogs that would try to get in the gardens - he knew never to cross the property line, and he wouldn't attack them, he would just sort of aggressively herd them out. Anti-herding? Lol.
Boredom is always the danger! My big girl is very clever and very protective. She's done some doozies but never the same one twice, thank goodness. She caught her collar on the bottom dishwasher tray while trying to wash dishes behind my back and pulled the whole thing out when she panicked. A lot of plates died that day. But she not only hasn't done it again, she warns the other dogs from doing it, too.
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u/badstorryteller 2d ago
That sounds like a really fun mix! My grandfather got mine as a very young puppy shortly after I was born, and since there was no daycare at the time I spent almost all day every day at their house. He even helped me learn how to walk by standing very still while I stood up leaning against him and slowly moving to the side 😂. I remember trying to harness him to my sled to pull me around the yard one winter - he tried his very best, but it turns out I was not in any way skilled enough to make that work.
Man do they take their jobs seriously. I'm glad my grandparents were (mostly) retired when they adopted him. My grandmother trained him to pick up weeds and put them in the wheelbarrow when she was weeding her gardens and my grandfather would take him for rides everyday when he would go visit his friends to play cribbage. Grandpa also taught him to run off the groundhogs that would try to get in the gardens - he knew never to cross the property line, and he wouldn't attack them, he would just sort of aggressively herd them out. Anti-herding? Lol.