The Lurcher
It wasn’t my fault, it was the lurcher. Ok, so the first forty minutes were not the Lurcher’s fault. I didn’t want to be in a cold field. There were bird scarers going off at regular intervals. Either that or someone was shooting at us. It was a bit windy and very cold. None of those things made me feel like being at training. Oh and Mum was wearing a big yellow coat, that I’m not used to and gloves, which I’m also not used to. Anyway, Mum had to work really hard to get me to wait for my turns. Otherwise I was barking and just generally being a nuisance.
When it came to my turns, with the help of cheese, I was very good and did all that was required. Except the stay – there was no likelihood of me doing a stay yesterday. None whatsoever.
Recall
It was when we came to do our recalls that it all went very wrong. Mum was feeling quite optimistic and that is quite surprising really. I’m pretty good at recall now, at least in a training environment. In the real world there is not a hope of Mum trusting me off lead, for very good reasons. Anyway, I was impatiently awaiting my turn when the Lurcher took his turn. He got the scent of freedom and danced off across the field. That was enough for me to lose the plot. Like, totally. I was on the lead and I tried to wrench Mum in the direction of the Lurcher. If there was going to be mayhem, I wanted to be part of it.
The real problem came after the Lurcher had been returned to his owner. I was wired. I wanted to do my overseer thing and go to test the Lurcher.Of course, I wanted to see how easy it was to make him react, and at that point, I was totally focussed on that idea. It meant it was impossible for Mum to work with me anymore and she decided the best thing was for us to come home. Honestly, I was quite disappointed. It was the best fun I’ve had in ages. Sadly Mum didn’t see it in the same light.
Licks and head butts
Pebbles
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