Blessi and I had a wonderful day this week.  My day was better than Blessi's since Blessi had his teeth floated. After the vet left, I sat in my lawn chair and read to block Blessi's access to the outside and grass as he recovered from the sedation.

Blessi always lets me know when he has recovered.  He walked over to the chair and started flipping pages in my book.  If he has enough fine motor control in his lips to flip a page without ripping it, he is ready to eat. 

When I got up from the chair, I moved it away from the exit.  Blessi surprised me.  He started experimenting with the chair.  Do I earn a treat if I shake the chair?  How about if I knock it over?  Did Pam leave some peanuts on the seat?  

 

 

 

(I had some peanuts in my pocket so I am convinced that some of the odor must have transferred to the seat of the chair.  He doesn't usually spend a lot of time sniffing seats.  Boy, would Blessi do well if he got to work the entry line at US Customs and he got to check for peanuts, apples, and oranges.)  

 

In between experiments, he moved closer to me to determine if he had achieved the threshold of innovative behavior required for a treat.

I didn't want to chance feeding a treat but I did take Blessi out for a long walk in search of the greenest grass.