JustJon
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This morning is a rushed one… Vito eats breakfast, the wife and I take him out to relieve himself and we take half of our normal walk, the sky is cloudy… giving off an ash like gray when looking up at it, we are trying to beat the rain as Vito isn’t the biggest fan of being caught in the rain. On the way back home we find a piece of clear sky, not perfectly clear, but good enough for a picture.
Once home vito grabs a few toys, begs me to play… when he is patiently waiting for me to say “let’s play” we engage in a game of “hide the toy” which is me putting him into a sit, taking his favorite kong ball, hiding it somewhere within the house (not too far from where we’ve started) and telling him “go find your toy!” That game lasts all of 5 mins as he really really deep down in his doggy heart wants to play tug… I oblige and give tug a few mins before I head out to the store for snacks, beverages, paper plates and utensils for the night.
For our house tonight is Fight Night! As a former amateur boxer, my love for the sport has been there since childhood, its nostalgia and love all wrapped in one, this love has poured over onto my wife, our children, in laws, family and friends… tonight, we will have a packed house, this is our first fight night at our new home and for many of the guest this will be the first time they visit the house.
These nights have always been bittersweet, it’s not that Vito is aggressive, however he is aloof towards strangers, and undoubtedly a protector… and frankly he’s not too fond of having a house full of people yelling in excitement as they watch and cheer for their favorite fighter to be victorious. Vito will have to go inside his crate during the gathering, his crate is currently in our living room, but the wife thinks it’ll be best to move it to the basement so he hears less of the noise. While all of the yelling is going on, and I’m focused on the fight and cheering for my favorites as well, I’ll be thinking of my buddy! Sneaking down in between rounds to say “What’s up V, all is well upstairs, just a bunch of adults having fun watching others get punched in the face”… before all of this happens I’ll have him around me all day, giving him a chicken wing or two before I cook them and turn them into the hot wings everyone will be expecting. His dinner will come early, we’ll probably do a total of 3 miles today in hopes of tiring him out, and have a couple good play sessions.
Around midnight the fights will end, and most people will go home… with the exception of in-laws, they’ll more than likely stay the night, Vito knows them and is fond of them, especially my mother in law… he will have his home back, and all will be well!
Once home vito grabs a few toys, begs me to play… when he is patiently waiting for me to say “let’s play” we engage in a game of “hide the toy” which is me putting him into a sit, taking his favorite kong ball, hiding it somewhere within the house (not too far from where we’ve started) and telling him “go find your toy!” That game lasts all of 5 mins as he really really deep down in his doggy heart wants to play tug… I oblige and give tug a few mins before I head out to the store for snacks, beverages, paper plates and utensils for the night.
For our house tonight is Fight Night! As a former amateur boxer, my love for the sport has been there since childhood, its nostalgia and love all wrapped in one, this love has poured over onto my wife, our children, in laws, family and friends… tonight, we will have a packed house, this is our first fight night at our new home and for many of the guest this will be the first time they visit the house.
These nights have always been bittersweet, it’s not that Vito is aggressive, however he is aloof towards strangers, and undoubtedly a protector… and frankly he’s not too fond of having a house full of people yelling in excitement as they watch and cheer for their favorite fighter to be victorious. Vito will have to go inside his crate during the gathering, his crate is currently in our living room, but the wife thinks it’ll be best to move it to the basement so he hears less of the noise. While all of the yelling is going on, and I’m focused on the fight and cheering for my favorites as well, I’ll be thinking of my buddy! Sneaking down in between rounds to say “What’s up V, all is well upstairs, just a bunch of adults having fun watching others get punched in the face”… before all of this happens I’ll have him around me all day, giving him a chicken wing or two before I cook them and turn them into the hot wings everyone will be expecting. His dinner will come early, we’ll probably do a total of 3 miles today in hopes of tiring him out, and have a couple good play sessions.
Around midnight the fights will end, and most people will go home… with the exception of in-laws, they’ll more than likely stay the night, Vito knows them and is fond of them, especially my mother in law… he will have his home back, and all will be well!
