I swear we missed the mark on this one. Major should’ve been a hunting dog. I’m not saying he still can’t be trained, but we’ve already neutered him and Chuck doesn’t hunt nearly enough on a regular basis for anything to stick. Still, after buying a rabbit pelt for him (just to see what he’d do with it), I see now that Major has a strong instinct to seek and destroy.
Sometimes I pull the pelt around the yard on a stick for him to chase, while other times I’ll lay it over a tree limb. Either way, madness ensues.
By the way, our nine-month-old puppy is 55 pounds and can reach my shoulders with his front paws when standing on his hind legs.
First day of school report: Jeremy’s curriculum is too hard for him and Jackson’s is too easy. Never a dull moment.