Wednesday, April 27, 2011
My dad trained hunting dogs for a while and it is his motto that a dog is always learning something even if the owner isn't meaning to teach it something.
Apparently Clem somehow learned running away is fun.
Early on I tried to teach her not to leave the house even if the door was wide open. This is possible. My dad's dog would not leave the house unless someone told her, "Ok." I was diligently teaching Clem this, but sometimes when I was getting gum out of someone's baseball pants, or taking a hair dryer out of a sink full of water children opened the door and Clem went out it.
In our old neighborhood she was rewarded by ten or twelve elementary school kids chasing her around. They would chase her round and round the block and then three or four of the kids with the most endurance would show up on our porch with a smiling Clem. If I could read Clem's mind I would bet she was saying, "Look. I brought you all these kids. You like kids. I am a good dog. Good dog!"