Okay so I’m now a grass widower. It has nothing to do with grass, just means I’m alone for few days.
My wife left home, children, husband and dog for three days replacing it for some Swedish nature. Left the dog, knowing what I know it could surprised, well the damage is done and I’m stuck with the dog. That means providing the food and go a few walks, etc.
We are doing this on a daily basis, a walk before breakfast, after which the dog mind it’s own business the rest of the morning, because there isn’t much go in “daddy” from a dogs perspective. Well of course we run into each other, now and then, particularly if there might be some goody at stake. In the afternoon we usually take a little longer walk. Late afternoon is Cassie as bit more worried, and she stays in one particularly place-, front main door, because then “mummy” cannot unseen enter the house. When the happy return festival is over, there is no dog more “fjetvorn” (ingratiating), ticking and forceful than this one, and everything leads to get “mummy” to take her dog out, and do some training somewhere, no matter what, just doing something with her. The last I usually do, is the evening walk. Cassie comes promptly when I get ready to the walk. And it’s not, because it is something special, but it’s now a tradition. We are about 50 meters down the road, cross it, and go back, that’s it, Cassie peas and go immediately to bed, when we get in-door.
See, this is normal, quietly and no fuss about it. But with today’s situation I thought, I might spoiled Cassie a bit, so I went out with Cassie in the car (yep it happens to be at home) and drove out to the Lake by the electric power plant.
It went fine, there was some immediately exploring and stools to deal with. After a little while, it was as there had gone GPS in it. You know when it’s not running as planned, there will be messages like “turn back asap”, “turn back in 80 meters,” “turn back now!” And since we do not, because I liked to go a different route, there soon will be a new “turn back in 200 meter” and that was precisely how Cassie reacted, attempting with increasing intervals to turn back. And that dear reader is the point; Cassie was out walking with its reserve dog leader. And what is that about, now just think if Cassie’s dog leader (the real one, mind you) had come home, while she was out walking with the reserve, it would be terrible.
So the first third part of the trip around the lake went to persuade “missy” that the rout was where I wanted it to go. Well eventually abandoned it, just as GPS, planned a route that matched the Master better.
Successfully completing that then started the next problem. I have obviously pocket full of goodies. Cassie now took all her energy into entice one goody after another out of my pocket, with basis in the slightest occasions, she could find. The discussion went over the next third of the trip. Eventually it calm down. But now we had come so far that Cassie’s targeting system went on overtime. She knew exactly where the car was now, and tried several times to make shortcuts to reach back to the car. The reason for this was of course that the car is home and a quick return to see if the dog leader was back home, but also that there is always a reward goody or two, when Cassie are well back in the cage.
Being a reserve dog leader is not easy, definitely do not believe it. We do not do the same thing as “dog leader” and that’s because it’s “work” training – that counts most, so the real dog leader will always be No. 1.
Nevertheless, I think we still have a cozy time us between with the alternative activities.
Brande, June 9. 2009
a tug in my right arm