Alfie got his own admission sticker -- how cool is that?
You see, the evening before, Kristin and Greg had come by our house for dessert and gotten acquainted with Alphini. Naturally he loved them both, but for some reason he went kinda nuts over Greg. He adored Greg! The feeling was mutual, and they were best buds for the evening. Then when the next day came along and we met them at the museum, Alfie lost all focus. He didn't actually do anything outright bad, like bark or jump or lick...he still obeyed (most) commands (eventually)...but his concentration was completely shot. He panted excitedly and pulled like crazy...and Alfie NEVER pulls! As we worked our way through the exhibits, I was kept constantly advised of Greg's location by which way Alfie's nose was pointing. Alfie may think he's a big dog, but I was reminded that 10 months is still very much adolescent territory!
Can you spot Alfie?
A nice "sit." One of the few things he was doing well.
Still, he didn't cause any major disruptions and all in all I think it was an extremely valuable experience for him. Greg did a great job of ignoring Alfie, which was just what he needed! I did have an interesting moment when one of the docents approached me and kindly warned me to be very careful, as the footing throughout the exhibits was uneven (it was uneven, with many different surfaces, and even artifacts embedded in the floor!) It wasn't until she walked off that I realized what had happened and asked Kristin, "Oh -- did she think I was blind?" It's always an odd feeling when that happens...
I was pleasantly surprised at Alfie's behavior in the theater. They've got a little 20-minute Texas history show complete with all sorts of special effects: billowing smoke for the war scenes, thunder that shakes the seats and strobe lightning effects throughout the seating area, talking figures, seats that "pop" (to simulate a rattlesnake strike -- yikes!)...not to mention water misters that spray all over the audience as Galveston gets ripped apart by a hurricane. Alfie was fascinated by it all. He sat erect at my side watching and sniffing with intense interest but no real signs of alarm. I guess he figured that as long as we were enjoying it, he might as well enjoy it too!
We rounded out the day with a trip to Amy's ice cream...ahhh. By this time, Alf was too pooped to do anything but lie on the cool floor and pant. He even ignored dropped spoons and bare toes walking past...good dog!
His reward? Taking off the jacket for a last goodbye hug from Kristin and Greg. Thanks for all the fun, guys!