Whenever Banner is in the blog, the stat count zooms. Seems I’m a wingman for a blasted dog! My handsome visage and sparking personality is ignored.
At the dog park most of the regulars know his name. Me? Eh!
In our ninety unit senior apartment building he is the Ambassador of Smiles. I’m tolerated. Keeping score one day, I counted twelve different people who petted him.
Our morning routine is his breakfast, then out back to the plaza/lawn area. Business taken care of, it is inside to the commons area where the “Treat Lady”, aka Coven Leader awaits. After several treats and some quality petting, I’m allowed to return to the apartment for “my” breakfast and coffee.
He has competition for treats.
After a brief nap, he will allow me to take him on our morning walk. On nice days he prefers to take this nap on the deck in the sun, or, wherever he pleases, especially if it is in my way.
Walking, unless we change routes, he soon becomes bored and just trudges along. More than one neighbor has pointed this out. Eyes are everywhere around here. Many are quite pleased to be advocates for Banner and advise me on how to treat him.
One of our afternoon walk routes takes us by a few homes with children. We are required to stop so they can pet him.
I’m loath to even think how he is spoiled when he spends time at my sister’s house.
He savages chew toys. Items like rawhide chews he will eat completely in ten minutes.
Overall he is a great companion and I believe I won the dog lottery. We are 1 ½ year into our relationship. He has had exactly one accident in the apartment. He rarely barks. Now he has me fairly well trained, things are going well.
Please understand he is Bruce Banner, not the Incredible Hulk Banner. He is, for lack of a better description, a wimp! He remains terrified of tile floors and Chihuahuas intimidate him.
My apology for the weird pictures. I’m still using Windows 7 and Blogger doesn’t like that.