I’ve got some great pictures from his birthday that I just went through. We got him a lasso. Or, “a rope,” as he constantly corrects me. (Thanks, John Wayne.) We told him it was for outside, so he had it outside before we could even get the tag off. First he tried roping the chickens, but they outran him pretty quick. (And I was hollering at him from the doorway. No sense allowing bad habits I’ll have to break later.)
The next target was the porch posts.
That when well for a few minutes.
Then things got sorta mixed up…
…And all tangled together…
And I had to run out there in the cold in my sock feet to straighten everything out.
Clearly he’s getting better with practice.