|Rick with very muddy paws|
Today we left Rick at home for about three hours while we went shopping. Rick was fine being at home alone but I fretted all the time we were out. I just wanted to get back to him.
Yesterday we took him for a walk across the meadows and tried letting him off the lead. Immediately he bounded off into the distance and it was a bit nerve wracking. Mostly he will come back to us when we call but if something particularly interesting distracts him then he will totally ignore us. When he disappeared into the woods Paul went off in pursuit, charging straight through a bed of nettles. Rick soon reappeared wagging his tail. We really need to feel more confident about his recall so our next Amazon purchase (this dog is costing us a fortune) is a pair of dog whistles. This should get his attention and will be a constant sound, unlike my feeble squeaky voice. We really want him to have the freedom to run loose but we need to be more in control.
Rick managed to find a muddy, stagnant pond on the way home. Oh the smell! Why the heck do I love this mutt?
|Come back Rick!|