She's a week shy of 8 months old and still leash bound. She's still pooping in the house if we aren't careful (a result of a lack of freedom outside). 15 feet of black woven cotton tether her to me every time she goes outside. Unless, of course, she happens to escape and makes a bee line for the fence that is supposed to keep her separate from the cow and the horse. I've been talking to the old hooved girls and asking if they wouldn't mind helping me out a bit. "Just a quick kick to scare her home, please? Don't break anything...knock a tooth out if you must...but just please help me keep her wanting to stay home." They are too busy being annoyed and presenting pup with the broad view of their south ends. As if that will make her go away.
Inspite of class after class and even having a private trainer come out to the house, she's determined to create bad work. She needs to work. I have TONS I want to do with her to satiate her desire, her high-intesity NEED to have a job. But I am limited in that until we can get over a few hurdles.
It's almost embarassing. I think of myself as "not one of those people who let's their dog get away with anything" and so to have a dog that does what she does is challenging. We have the trainer coming out again soon. She's going to guide us in the responsible, effective use of a remote citronella collar. She is confident that it will work wonders and i am hopeful that she is right.
I've grown to love this dog so much. She has the brightest eyes of all! She knows exactly which garden beds are a no-paw zone and she loves to sit next to me - within the confines of the fenced in garden - and pick strawberries with her dainty little snout. She's fascinated with the bucket that i keep my vine clips in that hold up the cucumbers to the fence where little mushrooms grow. She drinks from the bird bath somehow, intuitively...midboggling to me...knowing exactly how much weight she can put on her paws to not knock it to the ground.
I can tell that she's going to be one of the best dogs ever - she and my Sadie Lou. In the meantime it's about patience. It's about sitting in the open field below while she sniffs and jumps and dances around me. I shiver as a cold summer rain storm rolls in and the dusk light washes everything is a vivid smokey gray. The only thing between me and being totally in love with this perfect moment is that leash. Patience. Patience.