I need a light post today, so here we go. When it comes to protection, defense, comfort — Andrew is Mari’s go to guy. If he’s around, she relaxes. If it’s just the two of us, she puts on her big dog bark and patrols. However, when it comes to training and teaching her weird new things, it’s me.
Andrew mentioned that once when he was traveling, I taught Marisol to pick pockets. When he came home, he lay down to catch up on some rest and woke up to find Mari delicately trying to pull Kleenex out of his pocket. Yup. We were bored in his absence, and she loves games. I figured it was the perfect thing to teach a former street dog. That weekend I also taught her to push doors open with her nose. The command: bop!
Mari’s favorite game is called “Find It.” I tell her to sit in her crate and stay and then hide mini treats around the room. When I tell her to “find it!” she shnuffles everywhere searching for these treats. We’ve played “epic” games of Find It across multiple rooms at a time. The funny thing? She always starts off by running through all of the previous hiding spots. She remembers any place where there was ever food. After she runs through those possibilities, she starts using her nose. The other funny thing? She’s a cheater. She tries to peek out of her crate while we hide treats.
Third story: Andrew hates mornings. He’s a night owl, and while I’m not a bright and early person in general, I wake up several hours before he does and usually my brain wakes up as soon as I do. I used to just start talking to him as soon as I woke up. Not good. He’d start tapping my head in his sleep as if I had a snooze button. Marisol made this better. Instead of talking to him, I’d get up, feed her, and go through our morning routine. When it was finally time for him to get up, I’d say, “Marisol, get him!” She’d run up the stairs, jump on the bed, and start licking his face. The best part? She’s so fuzzy and cute, it’s impossible to get mad at her! She’d snuggle for about, oh… two or three minutes, and then hop off the bed, shake hard and then wait for him to get up.
There were a couple of times Andrew tried to turn the tables with, “Marisol, get her!”
Our girl’s smart, though. Instead of jumping on me, she’d go straight for him and knock him over and lick him like crazy.
From her dog laughs, I’m sure she knew what he meant. She was just being funny.
Miss you like crazy, little trickster. Come home so we can be silly again.