Tristan Beagle continues to grow up faster than I can even type about him.
He has a lot of fun stuff in his life, along with the ongoing ball of activity we dryly call the PuppyCat Unit. He visits my dad at the hospice residence, goes to Connery and Dart’s obedience drill for a few moments of play and socialization, heads to our version of a National Forest to play with scent on our tracking practice grounds, and loves the daily games also known as training.
(Many of those games are simply building body awareness, but he also has an early understanding of sit, down, stay, heel, show stacking, bringing me an object, taking an object from hand, come, go to kennel, stay in kennel until released, wait at door to come in, leave it alone, let it go, and I’m probably forgetting something because these are all just things we DO.)
Most recently, he attended a puppy party.