This blog is about Pilot, my non corgi. It also outlines why having a dog with leg length can be a nightmare.
Everywhere you look, and everyone you talk to, tells you to walk/work your dog to minimize behavioral issues. I completely agree... but Pilot likes to prove myself and everyone wrong.
For those who don't know, Pilot is my english coonhound x blue heeler, who weighs in around 66-67lbs and the only thing heeler about him is the blue fur and black eye patch, after that he's all coonhound.
For the most part Pilot a great dog, stupid amount of loyal, eager to please and though we had a rough time training him, obedience classes turned him into the golden dog. But as I mentioned above, he's all coonhound which means, that sniffer of his drives him right into trouble.
Sometime last month, it was pretty hot out, and humid on top of that, about 95F with the humidity. I took Pilot with me to meet a friend for coffee. Pilot got a full bottle of water to himself, and we stopped plenty on the way home so he could lay in the shade for a few minutes, I even stopped at a water display and splashed him some. Total time walking was 3 hours.
About 10 mins from home, Pilot was totally " ef this, I quit" and stopped walking, I pretty much had to drag him home and at one point considered carrying him. But tons of praise and longer breaks in the shade got him on his own feet threw the door. ( I watched him carefully for signs of heat stroke)
Once home he waited until his leash came off, then he walked straight to the water dish plopped down, dropped his face in it and drank. I was convinced I had beat him, exhausted his energy level for the first time.
Prior to walking in the house, my husband had made our daughter lunch, which consisted of eggs and toast. My husband also left the egg shell on the counter on a little plate pushed away from the edge.
I gave Pilot lots of praise and refilled the water dish then left to go cool myself down.
The second I sat down, I hear *THUD scratchy scratchy THUD tap tap tap tap" I run into the kitchen and Pilot has the egg shell in his mouth and he's trying desperately to scarf it before I get to him and pry it out of his mouth.
That wasn't the only time he came home exhausted from a walk only to wait until my back was turned to jump on the counter to steal stuff, or to suddenly have magical energy to chase the cat, or jump over the back of the couch to steal food from the coffee table. I'm not talking about an hour or so after the walk, I am talking minutes, moments even.
He's lucky he has those big brown hound eyes that scream " I chewed your underwear, but love me anyways" cause some days I could just bop him one.