It’s really hard to believe he will be three on April 24th, many days he is still such a puppy.  Although the other day he was acting like the 3 year old Aussie he is supposed to be.  I was getting Emma ready for the bus and usually Scout is hanging around the kitchen or sleeping on the couch.  Yesterday he must have been sleeping on the bed and I forgot to put him in his kennel, Michele came home and all was good after a few hours, it’s a miracle!  Maybe for short trips out we can just leave him to his own devises, as long as there is not food on the counter, table, dirty dishes in the sink, or anywhere else he can get to things.  We’ll see what comes down the road as the weather get nicer.

But, today I picked up a Gentle Leader headcollar for Scout.  It was amazing how his attitude changed in the store, Emma was even able to walk him around the store without getting dragged around.

The one thing that it doesn’t solve is the fact that he still wants to take the leash in his mouth and “walk me” he is still jumping on me trying to get the leash.  If there was a fix for that I would we thrilled.  It’s been almost three years and I figured that if he hasn’t learned to walk without pulling then he isn’t going to learn.  Hopefully this will make the spring and summer walks more enjoyable for both of us.

Scout likes, no, loves to sleep in his kennel.  If he is sleeping loose in the bedroom he usually wakes us up to put him in the kennel at some point in the night.  The other night he was sleeping out and Emma woke me up.  In my sleepy stooper I tripped on Scout, the poor thing, since he was laying at the foot of the bed, not his usual place.  He proceded to shake it off, easier than I did and meander into his kennel.  It must be a very comfortable place for him since if we don’t latch the door he will come and bother us to do that as well.  He does lie on his back, twisted like a pretzel, pressed on the sides and door.

He’s nuts!

Sealevel Propwash Red Boyscout CCS

What’s CCS you ask?  Well…it is Champion Counter Surfer!  Last night was the last straw, he got a stick of butter, which follows the broken Corningware pot of lunguini, which follows the corn on the cob, which…you get the idea.

I have no idea how to stop it, nothing seems to work other than keeping him out of the kitchen and never let him leave our sight.  We can be in the room and look away and he is right up there looking at us out of the corner of his eye to see if he is “safe”

It was suggested to lay a trail of black pepper on the counter and let him get a snoot full.  I will be getting the pepper tomorrow.

If you have any ideas leave them in the comments.

Anyway…one of my wonderful throws lands in our large hammock from LL Bean and he looks at the frisbee over his head, looks at me and then starts to jump at the bottom of the hammock and proceeds to bounce the frisbee over the edge. I was worried that he would try to bite at it from below (it’s about three feet off the ground) and he did once but realized that it wouldn’t fit between the mesh. I will try to get a video or pictures the next time it happens, although you know that will be the time he tears the hammock to shreads

This week marked the 10th anniversary of the Great Ice Storm of 1998 and the temp today is in the mid 50’s. Maybe it’s really global warming? Anyway, it looked like we lost about 3 inches of snow depth over night and if this keeps up we will be into full on mud season. Something that I want to avoid as long a possible.

On our second outing we did a lot of circling the sheep and work on a long line. I was worried about some rope burn on my hands but he never pulled much on the rope. He was, on the other hand, busy eating sheep poop more than paying attention to the sheep. (thanks Fran for the photo).

Today, was a whole new ball game! We started on the rope, and then after he started to notice the sheep I dropped the rope and let him drag it for a while, of course that is just an invitation to chew the rope that is dangling from his neck (a bad leash habit I still haven’t broken ). So, off came the rope and he was on his own out there (with me fumbling around). The language is all new to me, for example:
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The sheep were heading towards the “p” in sheep and Marcia told me to “get in front of the sheep” So I went to “1″ Nooooo, that’s not in front of the sheep their heads were towards “2″ now if they were facing us then in front of the sheep would be “1″ This is as clear as mud I am going to dig out my old herding book and see if I can re-learn some of this terminology. “Go-By” is clockwise (go by the clock) but if the dog is behind you I think it’s “Away-To-Me” which is counter clockwise. I do know “Down,” “Out,” “Walk up,” and “That will do.” We’ll see what happens in a few weeks when I go back.

On the agility side of things. We ran a full course and Scout hit all his contacts so it was an awesome thing. Now if I can figure out for the best path to handle him we should be pretty good. We might even enter a CPE trial this winter? We’ll see.

Our first stop was Cadillac Mountain, the highest point on the eastern coast at 1530 feet. We really only hiked about 600 feet and the view would have been specticular if it had not been foggy, very foggy and as you can see from Scout’s parted fur it was quite windy, figure close to 40 miles per hour. I looks like it would be a beautiful place in the fall to see the leaves changing colors. He really did seem to enjoy the wind in his face, he just keep flaring his nostrils and soaking in all the scents.

Due to timing of the tides and desire to check out Thunder Hole, we decided to venture to Ship Harbor to check out the tide pools while the tides were out. I seemed like our timing was perfect. We got to Ship Harbor about 30 minutes after low tide and we would want to be at Thunder Hole at about mid tide on the way in, approximately 3 hours later. So we took a hike, about 1.4 miles to the water. When we got there we tried to venture on the large granite rocks and look in the tide pools. Unfortunately Scout had other plans and felt that Michele and the kids were getting too far away for comfort and just started to bark at them. Since I felt that it was unfair to the other visitors to hear the barking, Scout and I just headed back on the trail for a bit while the others explored and, much to the kid’s chagrin, found nothing exciting. The fog was rolling in and out while we were there and pretty heavy on the way back to the car.

Thunder Hole, another 1 mile hike, was a pretty neat experience where the ocean has knocked off pieces of the granite shoreline and left cave like areas that when the tide is coming in sometimes sounds like thunder booming as the air is pushed out of the cave. I took Scout down to see Thunder Hole up close, on a walkway, and one of the booms did make him jump and he wanted to just beeline back to the top and relative safety.

One thing that I can say is that Scout did great with all the people and other dogs around and other than barking at Ship Harbor, was quiet. I do wish that I had a nickel for every time that I was asked what type of dog that is, or every he’s very pretty comment. I guess he does stand out from all the Goldens and Labs out there