With the dark, cold and ice, we frequently substitute training in the dog cave for evening walkies or other funballs activities when momma returns from the work place.
The other night, she turned on the movie camera from which she extracted these blurry, but informative still photos.
First of all, I am a bit miffed that momma's dog RH ALWAYS goes first. What's up with that?
And he is determined to poke his gigantic bottom in the camera.
So he finally learned to put his entire front end on the ball. Big deal.
And then he gets stuck like this! Fool!
Momma has to knuckle him sideways otherwise he would be there all night.
Apparently I am still a bit overly enthusiastic about the big red therapy ball and I am always getting momma handled when attempting to perform my athletic dives on and off.
I CAN balance on it if I want, no big deal, but really, who wants to stay still for more than two seconds?
Bonus is that I have a bit more mental endurance than you know who (he is very fatigued in his brain after just a couple of minutes). So we work on other stuff.
To whit, pulling out RH's step stool. Having watched him do his Dumbo pivots, I figured all that was required was to put my front feet on the thing. WHERE ARE MY COOKIES?
But it was soon revealed that I was supposed to lay down with my front end on the stool. Not really comfortable and kind of pointless if you ask me, but let's face it, knowing there are hot dogs behind her back will lead me to do just about anything.
Are you ready? Here is the super action packed video.