Leet, you are training Shodan well. Perhaps you should give lessons to other people-owners.
God help the people if he does.
Leet is now teaching me a fun game called “Modified Fetch”. I throw the ball, then Leet fetches it and comes back almost close enough for me to grab. Then he scampers off around the yard like a demented wildebeest, and I am supposed to chase him. I’m 55, he is ten months old - guess who wins that race? But he can tell when I am starting to run out of gas and/or having a heart attack. Then he drops the ball and we start a new round.
He has also discovered how a playground slide works. Not entirely voluntarily - we were on our walk, there is a small playground on the route, and I ducked into the jungle gym to relight my cigar. He figured out how to climb up the stairs and thru the tunnel to find me, and I lit up and went down the slide (much to his surprise). He was sniffing along where I went, went a teeny bit too far, and slid ass over teakettle and landed in a heap at the bottom. No injuries, apart from me laughing my head off at his expression, since there is a big help of mulch at the bottom.
Although early this morning I was cleaning up the dog poop in the backyard (owning a pet is all glamor) and he saw what I was up to, and decided therefore to add to the collection. I was able to catch the doggie dung before it even hit the grass. Now if I could teach him to do that in the toilet, and flush, he would be better potty-trained than my kids were for a couple of years.
Regards,
Shodan
I am very familiar with “modified fetch”. It is a game played frequently to keep the human in shape. There is also the modified stretch where the pet acts like it wants to be petted but stays just out of comfort’s reach.
Love the mental pic of Leet going ass-over-teakettle down the slide. Better him than you, LOL.
If Grandson means your son’s son, wouldn’t your grand-dog be your dog’s dog?
More pictures of Leet are required.
Leet looks like he has some German Shepard in him, if not all.
Be very wary of Germans. They are very smart and will end up telling you what to to do and how to do it and how your method is just not good enough . The dogs are much easier to deal with. 
Just put them in their crate. (The Germans didn’t breed anything that wasn’t meant to be put to work or just keep people off the property in general. Look at the weener dog. It’s pissy with everyone.)
Leet will probably be doing your taxes by this time next year.
He’s adorable.
Well, if you insist. A couple more.
One is entitled “Outside is This Way In Case You Forgot, Grampa”. The other is Leet saying “Don’t You Need More Coffee, Grampa? I Can Watch Over Your Breakfast While You Are Gone. No Hurry.”
Regards,
Shodan
Definitely looks German shepherd-ish. Lucky Leet!
I have three dogs, and my black Lab especially enjoys the playground at the park. We go there early in the morning when nobody’s about, because dogs aren’t supposed to be in the playground area. oops. He hasn’t mastered the slides, but he enjoys climbing up and down the big apparatus thingie, and barking at the swings if I set them in motion. He’s a sweet, simple-minded dog and it doesn’t take much to get him geeked.
Great story and cute posts. Please keep us updated.
The other day I poured myself a bowl of cereal and got about 3 bites in before I had to go to the bathroom so I set the bowl on the table and walked away from it. This was a mistake. When I came back our French Bulldog had climbed on the chair and was face down in my breakfast! When she heard me coming she looked up at me with that, “Who, me?” facial expression that dogs do so well and everything below her eyes was covered in milk.
Your dog thinks you are super cool.
Important News Update:
Today is the day Leet and his testicles part company. I keep thinking of the commercial -
“We’ve replaced this dog’s regular balls with new Folger’s Crystals[sup]TM[/sup]. Let’s see if he notices!”
I doubt he will notice, but it is a bit unsettling anyway. For me.
On another somber note, Leet caught a rabbit last night, and killed it. He did that grab-and-shake and broke its neck quickly, so the rabbit didn’t suffer. Mean ol’ Grampa made him give it up, since he is not supposed to eat anything before his neutering today, and I figured a large meal of raw rabbit would not be the best prep the night before surgery.
He seems to have forgiven me, more or less, but he is still sniffing around eagerly for his breakfast. Poor starving guy.
Regards,
Shodan
Maybe if you let him have the bunny after the neutering, he’ll want to be neutered every day!
I doubt it very much.
He’s home now, lighter by a couple of testicles. Still a bit logy from the anesthetic, poor fellow. He got a special treat in his lunch - I mixed a little leftover chicken into his dog food. Now he has to rest and recuperate.
I got one of those enormous collars in case he tries to lick his stitches, but he shows no sign of wanting to. He is just lying there looking sorry for himself.
Poor little fellow.
Regards,
Shodan
Always hard not to feel a pang of sympathy, but it’s the right thing to do, and I thank you for doing so. Also, he is GORGEOUS! Give him some scritches on behalf of an anonymous Internet stranger, will ya?
Done.
FTR, he is a pure bred German Shepherd.
Regards,
Shodan
Looks like a good doggie! Hope the 2 of you have happy times together.
[ul][li]Snow is fun! You can bark at it, and run around and chase individual flakes, and help Grampa with the shoveling! [/li]
And by “help”, I mean dig in the piles of already-shoveled snow for interesting pieces of ice to eat.[/ul]
[ul][li]Chasing snowballs is fun, too, albeit a little anti-climatic - once Leet locates the snowball it is either already disintegrated, or breaks up when Leet tries to bring it back. Oh well, there is always more. [/ul][/li]
[ul][li]Neutering wasn’t too bad. What was bad was the cone Leet was supposed to wear to keep Leet from licking his stitches. Leet really, really didn’t like his cone. In fact, Grampa was worried that having Leet run around backwards trying to get his cone off would do more damage to the stitches than Leet licking them. So, in return for a solemn promise to Leave Those Stitches Alone, Leet got to have his cone taken off. And he has been pretty good about it. Mostly because whenever Grampa spots Leet sniffing around Places That Used to Be the Site of Leet’s Balls, Grampa gets out the cone in a threatening manner and Leet immediately pretends he was only sniffing his tail and didn’t mean anything in particular.[/ul][/li]
[ul][li]Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! Leet has no idea what that means, except that the kitchen has been full of interesting smells and lovely scraps and activity. And Leet’s favorite kids are home to play with Leet! Yay, Thanksgiving![/ul][/li]
Regards,
Shodan
You just reminded me: my grandboss’s boss also has a German Shepherd who, according to his tales, loves to eat ice cubes. Loves them so much, in fact, that sometimes he feels the need to store his ice cube treat for later, and carefully digs a small hole and buries his ice cube … not understanding why it’s never there when he comes back for it. 
At least it wasn’t on Easter - that’s what one of our beasts did a couple of years ago. I’ve never seen him look so proud of himself, but dude. A BUNNY. On freaking EASTER!