So what exactly is Baron doing standing on the table, on the deck, outside the dinning room window? Why is he moaning piteously, looking extremely depressed and tilting his head as if to say, "I don't understand."
He wants to get in the house... of course!
Then why in the world has this sweet, gentle, lovable, almost two, giant, overgrown goofus been banned from coming in since this spring."
BECAUSE ACCORDING TO MRS TROUTBIRDER HE SHEDS LIKE CRAZY. Sadly it's true. All my previous hunting dogs (Chessapeakes and Labs) had short tight hair.
Mr. Baron has a very thick short undercoat and long silky guardhairs which keep him warm in his kennel, in the garage, all winter. But come spring and it sheds off him in clouds. You can actually see it flying off when he runs about.
Now he is not exactly being deprived. We have an "invisible" fence so he has the run of over an acre outside. Then he gets to go along on most of my adventures and misadventures, hiking, biking and swimming. Also he is my ace assistant on all yard and gardening projects.
Still, whenever I sit down to eat at the dinning room table, I have this feeling I'm being watched. I look back over my shoulder and....... good grief its Baron.
For now he has to eat on the front porch. " Winter is coming boy. Then you get to come in the kitchen, maybe even the living room when the new wood floor is installed.
Things are looking up boy!