Our first morning dawned mild and dry, unusual for this time of year where the west coast normal is dull, rain, rain, and lots more rain. Time for a trip out into the yard. The back forty is a jungle of brambles and brush..a perfect place to introduce Bolli to the wilds that he may encounter when we attend our first hunt test. After the North Carolina hunt trials I am determined more than ever that I will experience a hunt first hand with a PBGV at my side! Bolli was reluctant to head out on this adventure into the new yard but it didn't take him long to get the hang of it and start exploring on his own. Whenever he went astray I would step over a low, tangled pile of fallen poplar and cedar branches and criss-crossed blackberry brambles and call him to me. This photo was taken as he contemplated whether he could make it through the bush to reach me. The trouper he is, it didn't take him long to figure out how to jump, squeeze and barge through the brush to get to the other side. He was so proud that he made it each time where he was well rewarded. A few zoons through the yard and all was right with the world.
Bolli has been one of the easiest puppies I've lived with. He has settled in very quickly and as I begin to learn his routines, and he mine, there has been very little "incidents" in the house. He's not a chewer..all my shoes are still intact (thankfully) of course, it helps having a chew bone around at all times. However, he loves to climb up and over stuff to find places to hide it when he's not using it, sometimes getting into trouble while he figures out how to get out of the mess he'd gotten himself into. Bolli sleeps all night up on my bed. No problem settling down for the night. What a sweet face to wake up to! A few stretches, a groan, a wag of the tail...I am so glad we found each other :)
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