DOGS AGAIN

The weather was really crappy today and Nigel did not get his walkers. However he got more than he needed yesterday.
We want him to use the cart in the backyard.
He doesn't agree.
I took him out (read "dragged") to the backyard. He had already had a walk earlier which consisted of walking across a lush baseball field infield. So I knew he could do it.

"What? I'm supposed to DO something? How about if I just stand here?"

So I got a leash and with some less than delicate coercion, got him to go to the end of the yard, but he wasn't happy.

 

                               "You do what you want. I ain't movin." My problem is I am impatient. DadPerson is not. So while I was swearing and stomping around the yard hoping all the dog poop was picked up (it was not.) out came Gentle John.

And he went out and knelt down and talked to Nigel, the way he used to talk to our son we he was a toddler.

The other dogs-- Llewis and Conley-- were deeply concerned and tried to show how much fun Nigel would not be having again for a long, long, long time and maybe never. They are so thoughtful......

But DadPerson was still out there. Talking away. Doing his Psychologist Thing on Nigel.

And lo and behold, here came Nigel, plodding along reluctantly through the newly mown grass.

     While Conley and Llewis continued to show....uh....themselves off.

But DadPerson can be very persuasive. And he continued to encourage Nigel to come back toward the house, toward TREATS!! Yes, for goodies. And so he came, did Nigel....
Until he had passed me by on his way into get treats and a well deserved rest.

And now it is late, and it is time for me to go to bed in my own bed, and for Nigel to ..... uh....oh Nigel, please--- can't you go to bed in your pen?Do  you really have to look so comfortable on my bed??

Well......maybe I can sleep in the chair tonight.....