Last night Lomax and I attended a barbecue — hot dogs, of course — in celebration of Bella, a sweet little female Lab who’s being turned in for formal training today. After a nice out-of-jacket, off-leash few minutes of greeting and sniffing and running with lovely Bella, Lomax was once again relegated to working status.
I could tell it was hard work for Mr. Happy (one of his many nicknames). I had him back on leash and in jacket, sitting or lying at my feet, the rest of the time we were there. He does love everyone! Perhaps it’s simply the force of his wagging tail that propels his happy hiney out of a nice sit position, but calm greetings are still a challenge for us. I know he’ll get better at it — Bella’s people were saying that two months ago, she was the same way, and that something just clicked one day in terms of maturity. She sat beautifully still…perhaps contemplating her impending time at college?
It was a fun evening, and good practice for both of us. All I could think, though, was that this “night before turn-in” will be upon me before I know it. I am already dreading the moment I will switch off my bedroom light with Lomax next to my bed for the last time. It will be a horrible and beautiful thing, letting him go.
I spent the rest of the evening watching TV with Amy and cuddling on the floor with an exhausted dog. Good work, little man.