I’m trying to figure out, does our life stress Banksy out? Because I’ve read a lot about obsessive staring at dust, or invisible things that maybe will move, sometime in the future. That stress can cause obsessive behaviors. We thought our life here was pretty good. We go to the forest. The beach. The pond. We play in the yard. At the school. In the pasture. In the living room. During agility. Balls! Tugging! Running! Chunks of organic turkey flesh! Life is good here, Banksy seems like a super happy puppy. She has probably given you a giant hug and the biggest face licks! I’m a pretty low stress person, as far as I can tell. But the second I don’t have her engaged, she wants to stare at dust.

Otterpop says, Be Nice, Don’t Bite! And only you can prevent forest fires! Let the puppy stare! More time for Otterpop if the puppy is busy staring at the floor!

Maybe this is stressful? When she has to stand on the thing? Ha! So not! Banksy is a true forest Banksy. Doing stuff on walks is her best thing ever. She’s learning to put front feet on logs. Back feet on logs. Running around trees! She loves her life. Although she even looks happy when she’s staring. Super tail waggy, like this is the best thing ever. It’s her crack. It’s what she wants to do the second we are not doing something else. If I’m not cruise directing, she’s down to the floor for dust staring and I am all, do something ELSE! Anything ELSE. Party on NOW!

So anything else we do. We wish we could walk and play all day long. That I could play with her every second, and then she’d sleep and then we’d play again. She’s sleeping while I’m writing this, by the way. There is not much blog writing with a dust staring puppy, if you were wondering where I was. Whoever is still left out there, once team small dog went to the border collies. But I’m here, and I’m writing fast, because my puppy’s going to wake up in a minute and then we get to go do something, anything, that isn’t staring at dust.