Grady actually did me proud today. I took him to Mariastein, which is known for its monastery (and which is near the town of Flüh, which I just like saying). Since I had Grady with me I couldn't actually go in the monastery, but we did walk around quite a bit. I was really hungry and decided to risk sitting with him on the patio of a restaurant. The only other time I did that he barked at me, sniffed the waitress's butt, begged for food, etc. This time I guess I wore him out well enough, because he layed down almost the entire time, only barked once or twice, and thankfully ignored the waitress (a hearty older frau who would not have been amused). He slowly makes strides, which I guess you would hope for an 8-year old dog.