A day in the life with Spencer the American Pit Bull Terrier puppy. Spencer's 42nd week—51 weeks old, 79 pounds, 22 1/2 inches from the ground to the highest point of the shoulders (the withers).
11 1/2 months old.
Just when I thought Spencer was all good and was going to leave the toads that hang out in our driveway this time of year alone...
…he pounced! Pup, leave those toads alone! They eat bugs and I happen to like them!
Spencer watches horses and their riders as they practice barrel racing. The horses were running right by him and he didn't even flinch. I believe he has developed a respect for those big creatures.
Watching some racing in the outside ring.
Practicing Staying Calm around Excited Kids
I can't think of a better place to practice staying calm around excited kids than to stand there as school lets out. He sat there calmly as he waited for Sara to show up.
Oh you little squirt, you are so busted! The last time I looked, that plate was not that close to the edge of the table and your snout smells like salmon cat food!
Yuck, No Bones!
OK, now I know it's perfectly natural for you to want to get at those bones from that dead animal but last time I walked by that carcass I saw bugs crawling into it. My guess is that is a good way to give yourself worms! So no, pup you can't have it. How the heck did it even get back to the gate again? Like I should even have to question the how. I am sure YOU dragged it there again and whoever was walking you most likely made you drop it at the gate.