What a weekend this has been – I’m exhausted with all the change. Yesterday my mum had a personal trainer come teach us how to have a calm walk on the lead, no more pulling. I always thought my mum liked my enthusiastic dash down the path and over the gate then me tugging her along. Apparently not. It exhausts her and she’s frightened she’ll fall over or I’ll escape. Wow, I didn’t know dogs weren’t supposed to do that!
We did some exercises in the house – letting my mum go through doors first, which is only polite, and having the lead put on me without getting over-excited. Then we went out and the three of them – the trainer, Irish aunt and my mum – walked up and down a bit of the street till I was so confused I had to watch them all the time to keep up. Next it was doing the same on the lead with fast steps, slow steps, figures of eight and sudden stops. Phew, it was hard work and I really had to concentrate. Afterwards I was bushed. The trainer said what I did was the equivalent of an hour running. I didn’t know that.
My mum was a bit worried this morning that I may have forgotten but I’m a more intelligent dog than that and I showed her! I was polite at doorways, didn’t make a fuss about the lead and walked nicely down the path, let her go out of the gate first (see, polite) and strut my stuff for her in the street. I was desperate to have a good sniff in the bushes but was tugged back – then my mum got the message and took me over herself. Apparently that’s the way it’s supposed to be – I focus on her (or the Irish aunt who got trained as well) and then she decides what I can do. That’s ok, may not have to think so much in future!
The trainer said I learnt fast. I may not be stupid after all.