Pod's Borking Campaign continues in earnest.
Sometimes I can accurately determine whether it's boredom, stress, overtiredness... but sometimes I swear he just enjoys it. He'll stand in the garden with his tail up, slightly wagging, ears pricked, staring straight at me and merrily yelling at the top of his voice. I think it was a bit much for DP today (who is going through a horribly stressful time with work/money and needs sympathy).
I totally underestimated the effect all of this would have on my body. Even though he's only 23kg walking him twice a day and managing his pulling/occasional lunges has completely ruined my lower back and pelvis, even though I'm really strong and fit (probably due to aforementioned musuclarskelital/connective tissue disorder).
We did some scent work today, at trainer's suggestion. He was surprisingly bad at it, for a Warren Hound. So I made a nice easy version where I took all his toys out the box, spread them out and hid a treat under every one. Suspect he may be a halfwit though as, even though he saw me do this, he still missed quite a lot of them.
Due to having to keep Pod quiet because of DPs Very Important Calls this morning he's now had so much pate his poops have turned into stinky splats. No part is pick-up-able. Blergh!