@Irishk,
From google images, a Boykin Spaniel - ooooh!
Day 3 of being with Katy -
(I promise I won't keep this thread up forevermore, or at least not at this pace)
- I get up first - I'm an early bird if a stupid one at that time - I first wake around 5 a.m., and she's still sleeping, so I tip toe. Somewhere after six she stirs and I let her out to the back footage.
She gets herself water. About a half hour later she is making food seeking moves.
This time it's kibble, water, maybe a tablespoon's heft of my scrambled eggs before I added the curry. She scarfed it.
We had a normalish day, big adventures being put off until I get the right apparatus for control. Also, my neck hurts from yesterday, as she had heeled but not always jauntily.
I found out she won't open a slightly closed back door, to go back in the house, even though I am next to her saying GO and she understands the word in other contexts; similar to her not being interested in nosing certain indian bells. Ah, Pacco used to be afraid of doors and purses..
Later, she was fine GOing through a more open door.
Roger was in town today and stopped by. She acted gladnesses to see him.
She has this paw giving thing. You hold the paw and she'll lick your hand.
Very dear.
We leave for a quick dinner and ice cream stop, come back, and she's very happy to see me, the woman who is going to give her dinner. This is good.
He leaves for long drive home. Katy gets her dinner.
I avoid giving her my "doggy bag" leftover.
She eats most of the kibble.
Side action, I got the car sort of Katy ready.