We were a little out of practice.
And then ….
A few moments after that, I lifted my head and all I saw …
For Wootie had, yet again, vanished.
Ever since his Runaway Woo episode a couple of weeks ago, Operation Scare The Shit Out OF The Food Lady has broadened in scope considerably. It now encompasses sub-operation Make TFL Really Stinkin’ Angry, as well as Mission Return Wootie To The Pound. IOW, Mr. Woo is channeling The Littlest Hobo and is making a career out of wandering off – at high speed.
and still, the little furry orange bastid vanished into thin air and was gone for the longest time.
Two nights later, I let all the dogs out for a last pee at midnight and all but Woo returned. I spent half an hour wandering through farmer’s fields in my pajamas and a pair of gumboots, with a city girl’s flashlight, whisperscreaming his name and getting nada in reply. When I got home, I found him peering out at me from behind my van and when he saw me coming he took off down the driveway and tried to hurl himself through the solid matter known as my front door. Because he KNOWS damn well I’m comin’ for him.
There are so many ironies at work here. It is ironic that I have put reliable recalls on about 200 foster dogs in 10 years, but can’t get Mr. Woo to so much as flick an ear in my direction when I call him. It is ironic that last night in agility class, I gave Mr. Woo to Auntie Fiona to run as she was down a dog, and he couldn’t run a whole course with her because it was “too far from Mummy” and he kept running back to sit on my lap. It is ironic that my 5 month old puppy listens better than my 4 year old dog.
*shakes fist at Woo*
MORE BEATINGS, LESS LOVE!!!
Did I mention he is long-line wise? He won’t go anywhere if he’s on a long line (which, incidentally, he sports when he goes out for potties now. The other end is bolted to the porch, until we get ourselves a fence) and, in fact, he won’t go anywhere if he knows I’m watching him. But if I take my eyes off him for 10 seconds, he’s gone like a bat outta hell and he doesn’t come back until he’s darn well good and ready. And what can I say? I don’t have Dexter’s eye, I can’t watch him constantly.
This behaviour is all brand new – it either coincides with Dexter’s arrival, or our move to the Sticks. I think it’s the latter – Wootie was born to hunt, and the countryside is just too full of opportunity for him to indulge his passions.
Neither food, nor the Wootie Toy, holds his attention any longer.
Oh well. I guess I’m not the worst trainer in the world. After all, I’ve taught Dexter to play with a frisbee!
So … anyone got a GPS system they want to lend me? I can’t track Woo. Maybe a satellite can!!!