when huh? when do new dogs realise they are with 'you' not other families?
So after getting home to a 30+ degree day, as i walk with glass of wine to my brand new cape cod chair, the dogs inform me, i wont be sitting down for said glass of wine, till all of them have had their swim. Feeling guility, i pop wine in fridge, and grab dogs, and lake them.
At the lake, is a Dad and daughter, sitting 6 ft from where i want to get dogs in water.
Glass of wine is calling remember! im short on time here lol.
So as all 3 dogs have ignored people, focussing on their human ball throwing machine, i lob 3 balls into water, and they pass the 2 folks, and dive in. Once in, i swim them for about 15 mins, till i see panting and holding onto balls before releasing on command. A sign they are puffed and need a breather, and are likely to get out of water, and soak the 2 people. So its time to head back through my gate.
10 paces away, Brian has remembered that there were people at lake, so heads back to say hi, what food have you got?
I call, he doesnt come. The people are now standing and walking off.
There goes brian, perfect heal position, with a strange man, walking home with him. Man is timid, and speeds up, putting himself between brian and his daughter for safety i guess. I shout to man, "can you stand still for a second, just whilst i catch him please", perhaps he didnt understand english, or he was a unhelpful bastard, who knows, but kept walking really fast, trying to get away from Brian, who has not jumped, slobbered, or pawed him, just perfect heel position, upping his pace to match the mans so he didnt lose that perfect heel position! grrrrrrrr
I had to run to catch them.
Then i have to drag my dog, away from a stranger! He's decided that these people are his new BFF's. how embarrassing.
why wont he heel for me like that?
I shove him through the gate and shut it so he cant follow, turn around, and Brian has now led on my brand new cape cod chair, and it eating the bowl of chips id got ready on side.
Life seems so sweet, for Brain, no guilt, no needing to please anyone, chips laid out for him, brand new nice smelling wooden chair, bit of sun to lay back with. He wont get off MY chair.
that's 50kg of F**k off, its mine!
So i gave him 86kg of no it aint, and tipped the chair over and he eventually fell out of it.
At last, glass of wine, with 2 gorgeous dogs led adoringly at my feet, and a Brian, straining against the gate, wanting to go see his newly chosen owner.
So its been 6 months, when do dogs get that they live with you, that you are his person? Coz until he gets that, ive got him prisoner, evil laugh.