Like the recall, for instance. Needs modification if Token doesn't hear. And so off I go in my slippers and housecoat doing the "can you see me dance" in hopes that she will actually notice my arrival and join me.
And the schedule of in and out.... that changes. Mesa dictates that immediately upon arriving in the house and doing a quick check of cat bowls and a search for rawhide parts, that she should be let out to lie in the cool grassy shade of the kennel, leaving everyone in the house on RED alert should a car turn into the drive way, where upon the race to catch Mesa before she rushes down the drive to greet the vehicle ensues.
Ownership of 'things' increases its bubble of propriety and the young dogs now stay 10 feet away from anything on the floor in front of old dogs, whether they own it or not. Lip lifting is key to ownership. No need to growl or get closer to object. Just lift lip. They know.
And the walks are different, too. Rather than have "the girls" follow along in tow, we now make the pasture the most interesting place for walks, with 'stuff' dropped around so that it's more of a search than just a walk. And sometimes it's a race to see who can find what in the least amount of time.
Doesn't matter. There's always enough for two.... or three.
I thought of my friends and we each have at least one old dog. Just got an email from LouAnne and a great picture of Never, her corgi, who has taken over the supervision of the greenhouse. A new job for an old dog.