As you know, I’ve really been struggling with Delilah and her recall.
I think for the most part it is my fault, I think I have sullied the word.
For whatever reason Sampson’s recall is come, Delilah’s is here, but they respond to many things. Number one being their names which I think is good, but a lot of times when we are walking I say this way or et eh.
I’ve had some success with getting her to return with the front command, which I think is perfectly acceptable for a recall.
I’ve really been working her lately with the here command. Of course she is still on the 15 foot lead so she doesn’t have much opportunity to get too far away. I try to call her back to me at least once every five minutes or so. I also say it very loud with a slight hint of panic in my voice. I figure if she ever gets too far away, my recall will be consistent.
Last night I found a sure-fire recall.
We were in the back part of the woods on one of the steeper trails. For some reason the spiders back here love to create little tight ropes between trees. Maybe they like to have parties at night, I’m not really too sure.
I am sure that I would like them to make their little tight ropes a wee bit higher.
I’m sick of catching them across my face.
Every once in a while one of those little suckers gets really industrious and builds a web across the trail.
I don’t mind that so much as long as they aren’t occupying it when I cross it.
Yeah, I don’t like spiders.
Last night there was a web, right across my path.
And it was occupied.
The spider was pretty small, but that doesn’t really matter to me.
I still don’t want it crawling on me.
Did I mention I don’t like spiders?
In my shock, I dropped the leash and prepared myself to do battle. Oh and I also screamed a little Ahhhh Ahhhh.
Wouldn’t you know it, Delilah came running right back to me?
Then I used the end of her leash to smack that tight rope out of my way, while the spider grabbed his prey and ran.
You don’t have to run little spider, I don’t want your nasty old bug.
The things I endure, all for the sake of my dogs.