Strength 15:00 [1]
(sick)
Foot/ kneehab. Still feeling queasy so I bailed on skiing with Goose.
Moved a bit of firewood with the new heftier toboggan.
Misc (Dog-tracker) 45:00 [2]
(75 min) We took the dogs to the fenced property, where Bazingadog got good and tired, and was really well behaved. So well behaved that Bash and I decided to try him off leash in our yard, just out to the shed and back.
Despite his contentment, tiredness and his favourite squeaky fetch-ball I was tossing, he took a look over his shoulder, and blasted off like a rocket.
After 15 minutes of running around calling and blowing a fox-40 whistle, I went back for my skis to try and find the bugger. I found his tracks heading into the bush after deer, and had to ditch the skis and deploy my inner Man-tracker (dog-tracker) trying to tell his tracks from all the deer, coyotes etc. while Bash headed to the road after loading our yard with dog treats. She also called various neighbours. After a pretty fruitless further hour of tracking, I got a call that he'd just shown up at home.
Ingrate! @#%@!! Probably another year on- leash for him dragging me around. @#%.
Glad to have him back, but I'm mighty pissed after all the work trying to train him to return this year. He's just playing us. What is wrong with this guy?