Jack and the Dog Door
Today we have some SlimDoggy Jack Monday Mischief. Last week, the fallen avocados became overwhelming and we just couldn’t let the dogs out in the front yard anymore until we get them cleaned up. Not a big deal until it came time for a game of “find the food”. This is a serious and competitive activity at our house. Typically, the dogs stay inside while Steve and I ‘hide’ little treats around the front yard. Hide is a misnomer – it’s more of a scatter, but we live on an acre plot and the front yard is pretty big, so it’s a fun time for the dogs.
As I said, there were too many fallen avocados to let them out front, so I decided to play in the backyard – something we’ve never done before. I grab the treat jar and go out the door onto the deck, leaving then inside while i hide the treats. They are excited, but not quite sure what’s going on. I hide some treats on the deck and then go down into the yard and hide some pretty close to the house around either side and some in the flowers beds.
I let them out the back door and while a bit uncertain, they kind of know what’s up – because I had the treat jar – but they aren’t quite sure WHERE TO LOOK! They know all the ‘hiding’ places in front, but in the back – wow, it was like first day of school after a long summer. They finally caught on and had a grand old time running all over – it occupied them for a good 20 minutes. We all enjoyed it so much I decided to play another game. I closed them in the house and went about hiding the treats. As I walk over to the side of the house – where the dog door is – I see, well, really I HEAR Jack barreling out the dog door on his way out to find the food! He ran through the house from the sun room down to the back door and out the dog door because he knew I was in the back yard and what I was doing!
I was able to get him back into the house and keep him in there until I was ready, but I had to laugh. It’s bad enough he climbs on the bench and watches us through the front window when we play out front. He watches, but it doesn’t do him any good (I think he has a bad memory like me). But this! Poor Maggie won’t use the dog door yet (still too afraid) so it was a giant head start! The little sneak.
(Although I have to say I was proud of him for figuring that out.)