and heart. I've stuffed it with Steve.
Isn't he adorable?! His dad is Australian Shepherd and his mother is a walking hound. He could herd cows or hunt deer - a multi-purpose dog if you will. My hope is that the brains of his dad will outweigh the calling of his nose when needed.
He's pretty darn smart. He knows "sit" and is working on "shake", "down", and he understands "no" but isn't wedded to the idea. We're working on it. They say the hardest part of leash training is keeping a hound's nose in the air instead of on the ground. Honestly, I have no idea how you do that. Other than holding a treat out in front of him the whole time, Steve's nose is positively glued to the ground.
His skinny little tail bobs adorably while he scampers down a trail. All he does is try to win Mac's favor, but it's not working. I remember when Mac did the same thing with Eowyn. It took a little while but finally Eowyn started playing with him (a.k.a. trying to chew on his head). We used to call it the Mac and Eowyn Show. Maybe Mac's not done grieving yet.
Here's a favorite picture of Mac and Eowyn in action. No dogs were hurt during the photo session. Someday maybe it will be Mac and Steve...