Friends

Sawyer seems to make friends easily, be it man or beast.  He has yet to befriend  any cats or skunks however,  does try to greet the neighbourhood squirrels, without success!  Although we've posted photos of 4 of Sawyer's friends, there are many more which deserve an honourable mention.  Let's start with our two neighbours dogs: Meggie (this girl runs like the wind!) & Karma (most likely weighs no more than 2 lbs. and barks like the devil!),  as well as Einstein (a regal Golden Lab from Germany) & Roxy (Golden-doodle).  There is also Ben from around the corner, who endured endless hip-checks from Sawyer during their last playtime.  We've also met a Berner/Lab cross named Will, Chloe the Lab, Ernie the 12-year old black Lab and many more, whose names escape me. 

The following photos are a glimpse at some of Sawyer's canine friends...

(little Sawyer with best buddy, Hurley.... get it, Sawyer & Hurley...from the tv show LOST!)

(Sawyer and let's-call-her-Maggie 'cause I forgot her name.  She's a beautiful Berner that we run into on our Sunday morning walks on the beach.)

(Sawyer with little Ben and Jack from up the street)

(Katie the Wheaten Terrier)

Bruce Trail

Hubby and I ventured on a short portion of the Bruce Trail with Sawyer yesterday.  Having only experienced one "wilderness" walk with puppy, I was a concerned that he wouldn't have the stamina to withstand a hike through the woods.  He spent the duration of his first hike, two months ago, whining in fear of the unknown.  Thankfully he has outgrown this fear.

I've never seen so much enthusiasm in our dog as we did yesterday.  This portion of the Bruce Trail near Blind Line & Britannia Rd was quite hilly with narrow muddy trails.  It meandered around a creek and eventually led us to a "ruin".  I have yet to ascertain the history behind this ruin but will certainly investigate.

Sawyer refused to walk in a civilized manner - he wanted to gallop down the hills and through the woods.  At one point, we had to release his leash while carefully stepping our way down a muddy slope.  Had we held on to the boy, one of us would have been on our backs trailing behind him!  Thankfully, Sawyer knew enough to wait for us once he reached his destination.  Guess the puppy training is finally paying off.

Along our way Sawyer discovered several varieties of crab apples and enjoyed a light snack.  He enjoyed meeting a couple of dogs along the trail, a Golden Retriever and a St. Bernard.  Always an adventure meeting other owners' dogs.

Overall, it was a pleasant hike for all...

... and one tired dog!

Gentle leader...not so gentle

Lately Sawyer has been taking me for walks which explains the sore elbow I've been experiencing in the past week.  At 60 lbs, he is a very strong boy.  So, on our trainers recommendation, we are in the process of getting him adjusted to a gentle leader which will deter him from pulling.

NOT an easy task for either one of us.  First comes the exhaustive five-minute struggle to adjust the snout harness, while he insists on biting me (it's a game, right?!),  then the collar must be buckled snuggly while he furiously attempts to remove the snout harness with his paws which took me, like FOREVER to attach!   WHEW!  Mission accomplished.....well, not quite.  Now he has given up the struggle and decides to flop to the floor.  Refuses to move, refuses to look at me and becomes a total dead weight - the dead-dog pose.   Arggghhh!

After a few more minutes of prodding, coercing and bribing (with sweat dripping down my brow, I might add), I finally get him up and out on the front porch.  By now, he is NOT a happy camper, NOR am I.

He manages to walk a few yards, only to throw himself to the ground (sometimes in a summersault fashion) and attempts to remove the harness yet again.  His favorite place to throw a tantrum these days, is in a leaf pile by the curb side, however, any place will do:  neighbours lawn, gardens beds and even the middle of the road.  What should amount to a 10 minutes walk, now translates to 30 minutes!   He sure enjoys the end of his journey.  FINALLY, freedom to romp in the backyard without the gentle leader.   A happy ending to our less-than-pleasant walk...till next time!

(pawing his harness)

(playing peek-a-boo in leaves)

(dead-dog pose....he's not budging!)