Thor has been working on two sticks, smoothing them with his teeth so they are like river rocks. Last night, he wanted to go outside five times before bed. Each time, he ran to get one of the sticks. Obsessed with the work those sticks still needed, he couldn't focus on anything else. Hence, every time we came back in, he was still asking to go out. Finally, I took both sticks and tossed them over the fence. He got as close to the fence as he could, pressing his nose against the pickets, and (finally) peed.
Next morning: After miles of ball chasing and a big morning poop, Thor came inside and pooped in his crate. His punishment? I'm teaching him to do my taxes...next year, he's on his own!
Thor had a playdate with Sophie this afternoon. Sophie is a lovely little 4-year-old pitbull, very active but also polite. They had a wonderful time running around my backyard.