posted on Sep, 28 2021 @ 09:22 AM
I think I may have touched on this before, but I think it was buried in another thread.
We have an Australian Shepard, and we've had him pretty much since he hatched. His name is Rhode (pronounced "Roadie") We got him in December 7-8
years ago. About a month after we got him we had a big snowstorm. I love winter, but sometimes it sucks when our hoses freeze up outside (we have
miles of hoses). When this happens I have to bring the hoses inside into the basement to thaw them out. Once they're thawed, then I have to drag
them back out again. These are 100' hoses, so it can be a real PITA. The best way I've figured out how to re-string the hoses is to get my body in
the middle of the hose and use my body to drag the hose into place. It's a lot easier than trying to drag them from one end.
Rhode was about 2 months old, and he was outside with me as I'm dragging these hoses through the snow. All of a sudden the resistance on the hose
got much easier. When I turned around to see why I saw Rhode had decided to help. He'd picked up one of the ends and was happily dragging it along
with me. The snow was almost as deep as he was tall, but he didn't care. He was just a big fur ball bounding along behind me, wagging his tail. I
told him he was a "Good Boy!" for helping me out.
Well, that was all it took. Just a single "Good Boy!", and he was a changed dog for life! Ever since then Rhode is feels compelled to drag a hose
somewhere...anywhere. Now, when I was dragging the hoses out of the house that was fine, but once the hoses are in place they don't need to be
dragged anywhere. No amount of trying to explain this to Rhode worked; he just LOVES those hoses! Pretty soon the hoses started springing leaks from
all of Rhode's "relocation" attempts. Now it was becoming a problem.
One day my wife suggested that we just give Rhode one of the old "Holy Hoses" (as we called them) and he could have it for his very own. He quickly
learned that was HIS hose, and he left all the other ones alone. He LOVES his hose! It's the fun-nest thing in the world to him. No other toy is
anywhere near as fun as his hose is. Now, 8 years later, when Rhode goes outside, he makes a B-line for his hose and starts rearranging it. He drags
that hose all over the place. He piles it up in a knot, then rearranges it again and again. It has to be "just right" (whatever that means).
It's a lifelong quest to him.
One time his hose got lost in the tall grass and we accidentally covered it up with a load of dirt. Next time he came to the door he was covered in
dirt. He'd dug through that entire pile of dirt to dig out his hose, and he had promptly "relocated" it and put it on display in the front yard
for us to admire. It is the most mangled, ratty, hose you can possibly imagine, but it's HIS hose and he thinks it's the greatest thing in the
Bottom line...don't be messin' with Rhode's hose!