Yesterday we had a “fight”. Sometimes he is just simply crazy… And I am 100% sure he really knows that with that behavior he annoys me very much. We went walking. And unfortunately the place where we use to play sometimes is visited by some homeless people, they eat there, and let there mess and leftovers. And this silly dog found a bone. Of course he took it, although he KNOWS its a bad thing to do. He didn’t eat the bone right away, but started to run like crazy, and come to me, run away, just to show me: LOOK WHAT I HAVE, I know its a bad thing but now Catch me if you can…
Its a situation where… there is nothing really to do. If I start running after him, he thinks I am playing… I am pissed of because he took that stuff, and I am not even in the situation to leave it to run, because of the space limitations… So I am stucked 100%.
It took a while until I managed to make him obey… And it was a damn hard thing, to remain sort of relaxed… when I was more willing to scream and beat the sh….t out of him… After I managed to impose myself, he came to me, we made some obedience exercises… And yeah he knew how angry I was. Damn, sometimes I am just wondering how much nerves there are needed for a crazy dobe like PrezLee.
Now I am preparing for the next walk… I have a long leash, about 5-6 meters long. When he was young I used it, because he didn’t know how long that leash was, and his “you can’t catch me” distance was lower than this. When I needed to catch him, I just grabbed the end of the long leash, and pulled over. He was surprized, but learned that “come here” means to come to me, not to run like an idiot in circles. For a few months we didn’t needed this “tool”, he was very reasonable when I told him to come to me. For a few days he starts to be a little bit crazy, so I need to make some changes.
The good thing with the long leash is that I can easily catch the end of the long leash, and the dog doesn’t manages to piss me off. So I can stay calm, and relaxed.
The worst thing is living in the city is the lack of space. Because when we were out in the woods and he was crazy, I knew I have a lot of space to go and let him be crazy. If he didn’t wanted to follow, I just let him there. After a while he realized that I am serious… But here, with the limited space I am somehow frustrated because I can do things like that.
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