After Blessi had his teeth floated, 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 put his nose
to the camera to determine if he had achieved the threshold of
innovative behavior required for a treat.
Later we on a long walk in search of the greenest grass.
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