I opened the gate and looped the leash around his neck. He pulled me a little towards the courtyard but I was really surprised at how calm he was! Sure, he was a bit energetic but who wouldn't be after being confined for so long?
He went to the bathroom right away, which I always take as a good sign that the dog might be at least partially house trained, and we headed to the big field. Once inside, I let him off the leash and he moseyed off to sniff around. No crazy hyper energy here. He came back for treats and "learned" to sit in just the few minutes I had him out.
I wondered if he wanted to play. Some dogs are fetch dogs and some aren't. It just depends. So I grabbed a ball and chucked it across the field. Off he went, on a mad rush to get it back! He overshot and had to come back around to get it, then carried it right back towards me...and past me...and dropped it. Hype then stood over it, waiting for me to come get it and throw it again.
When the time came to go back in, he waited patiently for me to put the leash on and we went back inside. I left him looking longingly back at me, wondering why I had locked him back up. He hadn't done anything wrong.
Hyper is slated to die today. He needs someone to step up for him.
Will it be you?



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