Did I mention what a fun garden the Pud Lady in Hastings has? As well as all the woodland glade stuff, there is this cracking steep sided, piled up compost heap which, if you are light like me and scramble to the top of, you can almost look over the hedge. An assortment of dogs live 2 doors down (an ever changing motley crew), so this lets me keep an eye on them.
Meanwhile, the new pup-on-the-block, Poppy, who has come to live with Shirley, is now through her injections and took her first walk out doors this morning. She is everywhere, apparently, making straight for any people to get a fuss made of her, curious about everything and pulls Shirley round the block like a train. Puppy classes soon, says Shirley, ominously.
Poopy - you need some advice from arch-puppy classer Megan when she was little. In the classes, which took place in a fully fenced and gated dog-proof field, to allow for off-the lead, long distance "stay" commands etc, Megan was the model student, picking everything up quickly, the perfect socialiser and Teacher's pet. Dad would proudly walk her back to the car, thinking she'd stay to heel just like in the field.
Wrong!
Once out of the field she would look at Dad in amazement at any command. No-o-oh , Dad. That's what we do, only when we're in there. Out here, those rules don't apply and I can run around like a lunatic.
Never did learn to "come". Even now, 13 years later the best we'll do is "stay" while Dad walks all the way over to her to put her lead on.
Deefski
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