Skippy gets very frisky in the cool weather. Today he was at his best. He ran and ran. He wrestled and played. What fun! The frozen garden is a good open spot for us.
Skippy enjoys “wrestling” with me when I wear leather gloves and heavy clothes. He knows just what he can get away with. He attacks my pants. And my sleeves. All with ferocious growling and lots of deep barking. If anyone heard us, they’d think Skippy was winning for sure. I get such a kick out of this.
Because Skippy is actually very good. If I say “wait” he’ll sit and wait. And then he’ll attack again with new ferocity. With all of the wrestling we did today, he didn’t do any damage to my clothing. (Occasionally he rips my sleeve.)
I remember reading somewhere that its often not a good idea to wrestle with your dog. May I add, it can be really tough to wrestle and take photos at the same time!