Jorah Borkmont, Part 2 (099)

You know the drive in us to protect ourselves from the elements and danger at all cost? Jorah is unfamiliar with this concept, it would seem. He is the most clumsy dog I have ever seen with regards to the physical space he takes up. Just today, he was jumping up into Mike's lap from under a plastic, outside dining table, and before Mike could stop him, he was in the air, hitting his cueball sized head on the underside of the table lip. He seemed nearly un-phased by the incident. We joke regularly about wrapping him in bubble wrap. 

Besides the clumsiness, he doesn't seem to mind tying himself in a pretzel if it scores him belly rubs. He will get into positions that are difficult to understand the physics of. One day, he won't be able to wiggle himself out of the wedge he created. 

He paws at us to pet him constantly. If we aren't touching him, how dare we do anything else! He will flip over to expose his belly when we enter his vicinity. It's difficult to ignore an open belly, and he knows it. He started barking at us to go outside recently because he knows the weather is getting better and he wants to be outside. If we haven't opened the blinds for him to sit in the window, he wants to go through the front door to do a temperature check. 

He has learned so many commands, it's pretty impressive that he remembers most of them even after we haven't reinforced them for a couple weeks. He knows: sit, lay down, crate, paw, high five, jump, speak, window (goes to his window seat), leave it, take it, stay, not yet, dog park (AKA the place), inside, downstairs, upstairs, walkie. I'm sure I'm leaving some out, and I would have to converse with Jorah for a bit to remember them. I love this silly ass dog.