Anyway, our dog Kylo is as much a grizzly menace as his name sake but without the Jedi skills or light sabre.
At nearly a year old he's perfectly house trained but so stubborn, the dark destroyer of my socks, forever full of energy, and currently undertaking his Level One Trail Dog Certificate!
Recently losing his nuts at the hands of the Vet, we are hoping that the cushions will have some respite from his sexual frustration, and we are holding on in a vague hope that he'll stop rolling in dog shit, which he does seemingly in order to spread the word amongst the female dog kingdom that he's available, sorry, now unavailable. So, in his spare time, my beautiful dog, minus his nuts, loves to get out with me on my mountain bike and we've had quite a stunning summer up on our hills. Training is going well, nothing to strenuous as he's still young, although my 2.5inch front tyre almost saved us £100 in vets bills by nearly dragging his nuts into the granite when he stopped dead in front of me to roll in Horse shit! We are now revising his homework to ensure he's always behind me on descents!
We're hoping that in a couple of months he'll move onto Level Two and hit some more trails and venture out further and longer, so keep an eye on the blog for full report on his progress. In the meantime, his empty nut sack is a shadow of it former self and the cone round his neck is playing havoc with coming in and out of the patio door! So this is Kylo, family member, Trail dog in Training and King of the HIll, he thinks!