Ruby is in the dog house... And lucky, I suppose, to be in a house at all.

How she did this remains a mystery, but somehow she managed, without apparent effort, to slip her harness and take off after an old guy on a bike with a silly little dog in tow. She didn't mean any harm: she launched into a frolic that mostly entailed running around him and his dog in a big circle, all the while with a goofy grin on her doggy face.

It was after dark. We were all out in the middle of the neighborhood street -- mercifully no traffic came along. I'd just walked out our gate and started down the sidewalk when she spotted this guy. For the life of me, I do NOT know how she got loose: the leash clip was in place and the harness, left hanging at the end of the leash, was hooked together. The only thing I can imagine is I must have put it on her carelessly --  maybe didn't get it around both front legs?

WhatEVER. Though she didn't run away, she wouldn't come to call, either. The old guy took Cassie's  leash while I tried to lure Ruby back. Ruby was having a grand old time. Then the old guy's wife came along from the other direction -- why she was off down the road I don't know. She grabbed Ruby, even though, seeing the old guy's bike laying down in the road, she was worried that her hubby had fallen or been pushed off the bicycle.

It was an alarming episode. I was embarrassed, scared, and furious. She's only gotten out once before -- a few days ago when a mailman came into the courtyard to deliver a package and failed to close the gate behind him. That time she did come to call, possibly because the interesting mailman was still inside the courtyard.

At any rate, I brought her back in the house, parked her in a bedroom, closed the door, and then took Cassie out for a walk. So THERE!

Ruby is, in a word, ill-trained. It's all my fault. She was born just as the Mayo's doctors were getting their hooks into me, and was ready to come home in the middle of what turned out to be six surgeries over the course of a year. Really, I thought I should return her to the breeder, since there was no way I could do justice to training her. But I allowed myself to be dissuaded from that.

When I finally felt well enough to work on training, it was a day late and a dollar short. I called the trainer the breeder had recommended, but the lady was REALLY nasty to me. Said Ruby was not a puppy and could not come to her puppy training classes and I was not welcome there. Sooo.... I kinda gave up on that.

It's not like I don't know how to train dogs, so I figured wot the heck, I'll just work on her myself. Results have been mixed. She's well behaved around the house, but "heeling" is not a trick she's ever deigned to acknowledge. She does drag on a leash -- not especially ferociously, but enough that if you're not in the mood for shenanigans, walking her can be a bit annoying. She's not strong enough to drag me down the street, she never tangles me up in the lead, and by and large she does not lunge off like she did tonight. But also by and large..."heel" is not the term for her walking style.

She will come to call while she's in the yard or the house (mostly because she expects a dog treat in exchange for the favor). But I don't trust her to do that if she's outside the yard.

The reason we're using a harness is that Ruby can slip a martingale with noooo problem whatsoever. Also because a collar seems to irritate her esophagus and bring on a reverse-sneeze or choking episode. The harness comes nowhere near her throat, and so she never seems to experience any distress like that unless our eccentric neighbor tries to give her a MilkBone, which invariably causes a choking frenzy.

In the past I've used both a collar and the harness, with two leads -- one clipped to the collar and one to the harness, sort of like reins. This actually DOES foster more heeling-like behavior, but it's a nuisance, especially when I have Cassie in hand, too. It's like driving a horse carriage behind two mares, one of them a bit fractious. And "behind' is not le mot juste for Cassie: she actually does heel, in the classic sense.

I guess should've sent her back to the breeder at the outset. O'course I had no idea I was about to be subjected to half-a-dozen major surgeries and would end up a boobless wonder. It was a year after the last adventure before I began to feel normal again, more or less. But even one surgery would've been enough to disrupt was stupid to have kept her. Poor little dawg.

Maybe I need to find a behaviorist trainer myself? :-/

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A dog and her shop-vac... Heeee! That was very wily on your part.

I definitely need to work a LOT harder on the recall training!


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