(pictured here with his favorite rope bones.)
Buck is sweet, even if he has his stressful moments. He likes to play tug with those rope bones and to look for sticks when we go on walks. He likes to make all the ducks in a pond fly up into the air by running at them full speed. He doesn't like church bells or ambulance sirens, and has to howl along with them. Did I mention we live beside a church and a hospital? Anyway, it's really nice to have a pet here. One of his favorite activities now that it's warm (well was warm, theoretically will be warm again soon) is to spend all morning on the balcony and squeak his squeaky-mouse at any flying thing that goes by (leaf, bird, insect, doesn't matter). He doesn't like things that fly, and to get him to look at the camera I made a "zzzz" noise like a bug - which is why his glance is so worried. Anyway. In the form of a short narrative, here is Buck.
"Buck?"
"Where is your squeaky mouse?" (Quietschemäuschen - pronounced KVEEtscheh Moischyen)
"There it is!" (He can stare at the mouse on the floor like that for hours. I've seen it happen.)
"Good Dog, Buck."
That's all for now, more later!
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