Where the grass is greenest…

Like all good things, the summer of 2012 has to come to an end. And this summer happens to be the end of Jaz’s first ‘real’ summer, for she spent the end of the summer of 2011 hiding in London’s belly and lounging in her private puppy-pen. Oh, how different things were going to be outside! Jaz could have never imagined the vibrancy and variety of colours, smells, and sounds that were waiting just behind the french doors, ready to thrust themselves upon her with more and more force, as, through the revolution of the seasons, they came to a climax in the summer.

Ah, summer! Sweet, sweet summer… Whether it was racing around the yard, sunbathing on the doormat, or snacking on frozen, trout-stuffed Kongs, Jaz enjoyed every single second of it! Especially the grass. Soft, cool, tasty, fresh grass… Jaz would marry it if she could!


So… what is next? September will come knocking soon. Summer puppy-classes have ended. And we probably won’t be showing for a while. Or at least not as often. Jaz qualifies as an adult now, but we’ll have to wait until she matures a bit. Most Lakies continue to look somewhat juvenile until they turn 18 months old. Six months from now, Jaz will look like a different dog. Scary (I adore her cute puppy-face!) yet exciting (just picture little Jazzy all grown-up!) at the same time.

But none of this will manage to cast the slightest drizzle on our parade. I happen to love Vancouver in the fall! We’ll still be rolling around in the grass, which, thanks to the rain, will be even greener than it is now. We’ll also continue our obedience training, as this is a life-long commitment. And if time permits, there may be some rally obedience or agility classes on the horizon, because Jaz seems to pick things up rather quickly. She enjoys a good challenge, and so do we!

Roughing it up terrier-style!

The exchange of a very meaningful look...Jaz: “C’mon Carl, gimme that ball!”
Carl: “I don’t think so, missy…”

A few months ago, Jaz met this Welsh terrier puppy named Carl. You may remember me briefly mentioning him here. Well, Carl and Jaz finally met up for some playtime last week. Carl is about a month younger than Jaz, and they make the most hilarious couple. We dropped both of them in the yard with some toys, and they roughed it up terrier-style! The victim of the day was a colourful catfish squeaky…

Jaz and her new buddy Carl, best friends forever! Look at those cute faces!

Together, they would go round and round:

Going round and round and round together...
Carl still manages to find time to look at the camera. Nice multitasking, buddy!

Come and get it, Carl!
Jaz takes the lead…

Tug-of-war... it's on!
…but Carl is a little stronger when it comes to tug-of-war, Jaz’ favourite game!

Tired terrier bums!
Carl: “Boy, all this running around is tiring!

Taking a little breather under the rhodos
Taking a breather under the rhodos…

See you next time Carl, thanks for playing!
Thanks for playing, Carl! See you next time!