And so he would lurch off the path, dragging his companion with him to nip over and lunge for an acorn only to be told to "drop it." That was the worst. To feel the acrid bite of the acorn on your tongue, that first crunch, and then, "Drop it."
But, it had to be done. He dropped it.
So he looked for sticks. And found them. They were everywhere. They littered the entire path as it was a forest path and was not swept with any regularity. Over and over his companion had to bend down and pull bits of stick out of his mouth and he could see that she was not happy with this new turn of events.
|I am standing holding some sticks, Coach is sitting in front of me and is looking off to the right.|
|I am standing holding some sticks, Coach is sitting in front of me and is looking at the camera. His eyes are glowing.|
Later when his companion was in the shower and he was in the dressing area, he snoozed lightly looking out from under the curtain and into the main shower room. Two older Hispanic ladies approached from the pool area.
"Hola, perrito!" the one lady said to him, trying to engage him in conversation. Coach looked at her. This was it. What would he do? Then he got up and moved into the shower area and away from the two ladies.
Later the older lady saw his companion and apologized saying, "I tried to talk to your puppy when you were in the shower, but he was so good. He wouldn't do anything. He just got up and moved into the shower away from me. He is much better behaved than I am!" She laughed.
"He sure is!" Her friend added loudly. Then they both laughed. His companion patted Coach on the and said sweet words to him.
|Coach standing with a smile on his face with a smile. He is in coat.|