Zorro's awareness of the moon never ceases to amaze me. Yesterday afternoon, when we were out for a run in WV, he started showing all the signs of a lunar sighting: he jerked on the leash, looked up at the sky, and started running very fast. But for the life of me, I couldn't see anything. Finally, after squinting, I saw a pale outline of a quarter moon, just barely visible through low clouds.
Even if we're running with the moon behind us, he will look over his shoulder so he can keep an eye on it. He looks like his head is screwed on backwards. Denny suggested that this talent--if you want to call it that--helps working BCs run while keeping an eye on their sheep.
Bad morning Friday: while on a walk with Denny, Zorro encountered a dog he didn't like at all, and went into full lunging, barking, growling mode, nipping Denny's hand in the process. We think the other dog may have growled at him first, but it's still troubling. So I'm putting more distance between us and other dogs on our walk, and we're talking about having a few more sessions with a trainer. There are a lot of dogs around here, and we need to teach him how to get along with them.
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