Nico walked with us to the farmer's market this morning, 0.75-mile round-trip, the farthest he's gone so far. On our way home he met Wilson, our neighbor's dog. We really want him to be good friends with all the neighborhood dogs, of which there are 4 in close proximity. The afternoon we spent on the boat. He played with his BFF Chloe and is learning how to settle in while we pull people water skiing. I'm fairly certain he and I will be sleeping in a little later than normal tomorrow morning.
Shelly, Nico, and I boated out to a campsite to cook dinner over a fire. Nico enjoyed chewing on pine cones and sticks as we gathered wood, built the fire, and cooked. After dinner Shelly fished while I photographed Lower Saranac Lake with a drone. We boated back under the very last rays of light with the stars just starting to come out. Nico was passed out from the evening adventure. The consensus is he has graduated to being a boat dog.
We've been working on teaching Nico to catch. We have had moderate success with treats, but toys remain a challenge. It looks like he is poised to catch this tennis ball, his eyes are locked on it, and it's headed right at his mouth. That's not the case though, it just bounced off his face, haha. He'll get there.
