I don’t think that my little McNab SuperDog (TM), Rack will ever throw a discus or take a philosophy course but he’s an amazing creature.
He just wants to help. He wants to be involved.
He wants to come along.
But we have a long term project. Low voltage lighting.
You know that weird stuff that can run off of a car battery. Since it runs at low voltage it doesn’t need quite as much protection and anyone can do it.
We figure that we have about 40 watts of the stuff and you can read on my front porch at midnight due to them.
I have a couple of those three AAA battery lights that are basically a flashlight, and they can be converted over to this system. I have done that already to a coach lamp that is on my fence.
The rest come piece after piece.
This weekend was a Big Project though. Run 20 feet of conduit, sink a lamppost in the front of the house, and rehang the mailbox.
Don’t think it’s much? Stand outside in the front yard holding a post for a solid hour when reinforcements are sent off to the store to get some quick drying concrete.
Since it is winter, do it in full sun, on a cloudless day at 80F/26C. Give or take a C.
All this activity had Rack confused. He wanted to come along. Anywhere. When he thinks he’s taking a ride in the CAR!!! he starts to burble and basically speak in tongues. Its comical. He starts running wind sprints back and forth from the front to the back door whining and making weird coffee-percolator sounds.
Sometimes he is right.
We stopped work so we could take him to the Vet. That’s fine because it’s one of his favorite places to go. We went, he got fussed over and we came home.
But there was a stop first. We needed another piece of conduit to glue to the first pieces laid in the trench I had dug that morning with Rack sitting at the front door looking hopeful.
We took Rack.
You see, Lowes Hardware has a policy of allowing dogs into the store. This seems to be as official as can be, and it isn’t like some idiot taking a dog into a supermarket, this is a hardware store.
Securing a cart, I picked Rack up off the ground and placed him in the blue plastic apparatus.
He didn’t like that. Immediately tried to get out. I did because I didn’t want to be asked to leave because my dog decided to water the plants.
We walked into the store with a 47 pound black and white dog being disrupted by the rattling of the cart across the asphalt. Getting into the store, he wanted no more of that.
When I say SuperDog (TM) I mean it. He is a McNab Dog. One of the most intelligent dogs on the face of the Earth. But he is fearful. Fearful means to run.
Or in this case, to leap.
From a sitting position.
Inside of a cart.
Right in front of the orchids.
I put him back in the cart and looped a thumb under his harness and we went about our business.
He was thinking “Hmmm. To attempt this again or not? Not completely sure.”
But, by the time we left, he was enjoying himself. Not acting quite so crazed. He actually smiled at a kid walking past.
Yes, certain dogs smile. Others grimace. I can tell the difference.
But this was a training expedition. Rack got about a C+ grade. A little better than average. Form on the High Dive was a solid 9.
Not olympic form, but a good solid performance.
That’s what training dogs is about. Taking steps and keeping their minds engaged.
(You, British people! Stop giggling, that’s what they’re called here!)