I know I shouldn’t compare the two, but Ray is much brighter than Julius is. Julius is sweet and very simple. He’s easy to live with and eager to please. I admit I’ve been slacking on giving him individual training time, so he learns a lot by mimicking Ray.
There are two words, though, that Julius learned quite quickly and I believe they are two of his favorite words in the entire world. Breakfast and dinner. Some words are just so special that they require special fancy font, or at least capitalization. He knows when they are coming, he knows the routine and I love that he seems to know that Every. Single. Day. He will receive his breakfast in the morning and his dinner in the evening.
In the morning, I get up first and shower while the boys get to stay snuggled in bed amid a pile of blankets, pillows and various family members. Ray sleeps with me and Kevin while Julius sleeps with Asia and the baby. Occasionally Juli sleeps with us and there is usually a cat or two sleeping in our room. Once I’m out of the shower I round up the boys for their first morning potty break. While they are outside, I clean the litter boxes, feed and water the cats and vacuum the “litterbox room.”
Usually by that time, the boys are back in the garage waiting to come in but if not, I shout out the door, “Who’s ready for breakfast?” The boys come in and I measure out their kibble and again count down the months till Julius graduates from puppy food. I take the bowls to the counter and scoop out their spoonfuls of organic coconut oil to dollop on their food and sprinkle a pinch of grated bully shavings on Ray’s food.
Ray eats in the kitchen and he follows me to his spot, sits and waits for the bowl delivery and the ok to eat.
Julius by now knows that his breakfast is very near. When I turn from delivering Ray’s bowl, Julius will be doing one of two things. Neither of these boys are droolers, but when it comes to Breakfast and Dinner, Julius may often be found sitting in the middle of the kitchen with one long strand of Breakfast or Dinner drool running from his face.
Julius eats in his crate. He has always been pretty open to the concept of his crate, but I wanted to keep these good feelings going so this is were he eats those magical meals: Breakfast and Dinner. If he is not sitting in the middle of the kitchen being Drooli Juli, then he is already sitting in his crate waiting for Breakfast or Dinner.
What are your pooches favorite words?