Opportunity Wasted

We visit my dad regularly, and he has a very large fenced enclosure which would be the perfect place for Henry to practice jumping.

There is, however, one problem. Or rather, many problems.

Birds.

Birds in the bushes, birds at the birdfeeders just outside the fence, and – most tempting of all – birds flying from the bushes on one side over the fenced yard to the birdfeeders.

Not even cubes of hot dog can compete with that.

So usually it goes something like this: I drag the jumps out and fetch the bait, Henry commences bird-chasing, I play with Blitz (who is completely attentive), and then Henry sees Blitz getting treats and breezes through and does the jumps once, grabs a treat, and goes back to tormenting the birds.