Life as viewed from the skewed perspective of a mystery writer

     A few months ago, I remarked to The Curmudgeon that it’s been a while since one of the dogs inflicted an injury on me.  I spoke too soon or maybe they heard me and wanted to prove me wrong.

     I usually take the dogs out after eleven at night.  I always take them out on the retractable leash.  After all, they are in their own fenced in yard, are they not?  

     Around Thanksgiving, Gavin started bolting out the door.  This was not a good thing.  When he bolted out the door he managed to hit the end of the leash with enough force to pull me off my feet.  I did not like this.  I did not like bruises and skinned knees.  Thus, the sit and wait until I get out the door first lessons began.

     Patty took to the new routine well.  Gavin did not.  We had a real battle going that I refused to lose.  I had to switch him to a six-foot lead instead of the retractable to get my point across.  We’re back to the retractable leash and he’s no longer bolting out the door on me.  Score!

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Comments on: "Eleven years old and Gavin still needs training…" (1)

  1. Why is it that boys are more stubborn? Glad you kept up with it, and hope he does too. Personally, I think he’s just lulling you into a false sense of security… ;)

    You think it…I know it! LOL! ;)

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