One week straight of rain, preventing Moose from going out for his daily runs in the park, results in a lot of pent-up energy. I discovered a little while back that he gets nuts whenever I blow on his nose. So of course I take the chance to mess with him as often as possible. Here's a video of Moose and me break-dance fighting.
This one's a little older, but for those of you without facebook...
Andrea was watching a show on Animal Planet profiling unusual pet products. One of them was a special cat door that recognizes a chip that gets implanted under the skin. The door then only unlocks itself when your cat tries to push through. Moose took interest in the cats onscreen... but when they showed a close-up of a cat coming through a pet-door, he lost it.
Finally, Andrea bought some shoes. When we got home with them, Moose took and instant liking to the box.
All the Moose pictures are building up, so here he is in all his spoiled glory.
He started off so afraid of this toy. But as you can see, he warmed up to it.
Among his other favorite toys are an empty gallon orange juice jug and anything made from rope. He actually gets pretty crazy with the orange juice jug because he can't pick it up easily. It's exceptionally loud when he gets rolling with it, so we've had to limit it to daytime use.
We found this excellent dog park where we can take Moose to run around without a leash. It's also an excellent opportunity for him to socialize with other dogs as opposed to enrolling him in "puppy school". It's funny how many people around here have these tiny dogs... and Moose is already a bully to them. I hate to see how he's going to turn out 40 lbs from now.
We've begun Moose's frisbee training, although we have to be careful not to overrun him because it's bad for his hips when he's this young. He loves going after the frisbee as long as I don't throw it too far. We already had one incident where I tossed it up into a tree. Moose was exceptionally forlorn when I lost his toy, but all was well. I got to climb a tree to get it back.
Anything that runs around as much as Moose needs to crash at some point. I think he knows when we're getting the camera that he needs to put on his best puppy face.
No... I'm not having bladder issues... near my knees. I thought this Labrador thing would mean a little less slobber on my legs than Rottweilers. Oh how wrong I was.
Last but not least... we had dinner over at the Nystrom's for Easter today. Moose was a little wired being exposed to young children, but a quick trip to the park was the remedy for that. He didn't even last 20 minutes with the frisbee before laying down and hinting towards home.
