Bird Dog Beginnings

This a start to new mornings. Griff is quickly outgrowing our backyard snow paths, so this morning we drove to a short path not far from our house. I drive past this path just about every day wondering where it leads. I was a bit disappointed to find that it was so short and that it backs up to O's school, but then pleasantly surprised to find that there is a large field where we can do future training on.... at least once this mother load of snow melts!


I have to say, being woken at 6:30am by a dog whining to go out wasn't really what I had anticipated **yes, I'm naive**, and I also wasn't expecting to really enjoy our time. The sunrise was beautifully warm thru the crisp air and watching Griff tune in to new smells and bird sounds is quite fascinating. I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow mornings walk.


Meet Griff

So this happened a few weeks ago. Meet Griff. He is a Wired Haired Pointing Griffon, and you have to say Griffon with a Frenchie type of accent, holding out the 'on' part. He has graced the internets of Instagram, but has yet to make an appearance here. This guy has already gotten bigger these past two weeks and has caught on quickly to house training and knows 1 command. SIT! Of course, "SIT" means that he gets fed. He is smart and very playful, stealing gloves and mittens that are drying by the wood stove, or the boots by the front door. He is especially into my Sorel boots with the nice fur on top - now it looks like wet matted cat hair. Speaking of cats, there still is Mooch, our resident barn cat, turned house cat, turned 'kicked-out-of-the-house-cause-the-dog-cost-more' cat, but now it's cold again cat, so he's a 'in-the-house-at-night' cat.... they tend to stare a lot at each other, with Mooch hissing and Griff trying to bound towards him. Griff is definitely in the nippy stage, getting the boys behind the arms right in the tender spot. I am really working with the boys on playing quietly with Griff, teaching him games of fetch more than the typical, fun games of tug 'o' war. Its tough. I do admit, day three I was ready to call the breeder and send him back! Its like having a toddler who is into EVERYTHING! My boys weren't really that exploratory, so with Griff, I'm constantly following behind him 'No, dont chew that.... No, not the controller..... No, drop, drop, drop, drop, DROP..... DROOOOOOPPPPPP.... Geeze, don't eat that....' and on and on and on, including any and every type of grunt and guttural sound I can muster to get him to stop whatever he is doing. I definitely get tired of my own voice and welcome the moments I can grab when he is sleeping. We have learned quickly though that a tired puppy is a happy momma


First Winter Storm of the Season

  We hustled home from church, only took us an hour... ugh. As soon as we walked in the door, the boys were clamoring for their winter gear. Thankfully all of our snow pants fit! Glad to dodge that bullet. Totally forgot that O doesn't have boots though, guess thats on the list to get this week. We all had a blast playing in the snow and I was glad it wasn't too cold!