Accidental Training

Dad said he accidentally trained me, I think he was just helping me with my mission. Every dog should have a mission and mine is fence patrol. I chase off almost every dog that tries to interfere, though the times I tried to do that to two Great Danes and the other time with two St. Bernard’s defied common sense. I bounce Deacon if he gets out of line; I mean fence patrol is my job. I am focused at my job too. How many dogs do you know that have created mounds of dirt at the end of the fence or knocked themselves out by running into a signpost? That hurts just thinking about it.

I digress though, back to the training. Dad would see a bicycle, jogger or that pestilence to dog-kind, the golf cart and I would not be paying attention. He would say “Somebody is sleeping on the job.” I picked up on that real fast cyber-paw pals. Now, when ever he says that, my ears perk up, I look to both sides, find the target and I am off to the races. If we are home I jump up on my Doggie-San chair and look out the window to find out what needs a good barking. Dad is amazed because I picked up all on my own.

Oh, we loved the DWB 2nd Anniversary International Chat Pawty. When I typed my name, it came out ES***. By the Great Dane, I was censored. Deacon BOL when he thinks about it.

Dog Speed,

Es***, grrrr…. Es s e x.

Action shot of Essex

Essex getting up in her Doggie-San Chair

Okay, now where is the target?