Will I never learn?
We’ve been working on boundary training with the Pipster. She is not the timid momma’s girl I thought I was getting, so we’re having to train her to the radio fence. We don’t have a lot of traffic, but the traffic we do have is fair game according to Pippin. It is apparently her job to chase the intruders away. All eight pounds of her. Right down the middle of the road. When her quarry is in sight I might as well be in another dimension as far as she’s concerned. She neither hears nor obeys.
Today was a little traumatic for us, so when I took her outside on the leash for our before bed tinkle and she sat down on the grass and looked up at me, I thought the leash was the problem. She couldn’t tinkle while on the tool of her earlier mortification.
No. I am the problem. There is something wrong with my brain. A she wasn’t wearing the radio collar so there was nothing to stop her from straying. And B, I could have had fresh steak in my hand and she wasn’t coming near me.
Twenty minutes later Pippin was having a grand old time chasing smells while I fumed. Finally I found a little snowman with a squeaker and that she would come for. Little turkey. It’s clear the six month old puppy is smarter than I am.
To make everything worse I’m going to have to listen to her squeak that stupid toy all night long.