Harry’s week started off really well – he survived another Christmas lunch. This time there were 24 of us in a private room and at times the noise levels were pretty high, but Harry behaved impeccably. All the months of training have really paid off as, when we were leaving, quite a few people said to us that they hadn’t even realised Harry was there. We were so proud of him, and thought he deserved treat, so we took him to his favourite place, the pet shop.
Harry checking out the different dog foods
Harry loves browsing in the pet shop, he especially enjoys checking out all the different kinds of dog food available. He always pays particular attention to the bottom of the bags, ever hopeful that there may be a small hole from which he might get the chance to sample what’s on offer.
Not long after this trip, Harry’s week went downhill as the human members of his pack fell victim to one of the winter cold viruses and Harry couldn’t figure out why suddenly no-one could be bothered to play with him. To add insult to injury, there was a strange smell in the house, and he didn’t care for it very much at all. Whenever he tried to coax one of us to play with him he was immediately put off off by the overwhelming smell of eucalyptus and menthol.
Harry still had his training walks in town and free runs, but somehow they just weren’t as exciting as usual. He didn’t get to visit any new shops and he only got to travel in the car, and no-one was asking him to pose for photographs!
Still, Harry didn’t really mind, suddenly he was getting extra large chewy sticks.
Harry with an ectra large chewy stick