Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Payaso


It was last Tuesday, the third Good Pup! class at Pup Scouts. We're working on the usual, basic commands and good behavior. Loose leash walking. Sit. Down. Come. My personal favorite: Leave it.

Our patient and talented trainer Holly, got out the long leash and announced that we were about to work on Come, only this time - from a distance. I checked my treat pouch to make sure I had enough to distract Diesel from what I thought (shame on me) would be his downfall. The other dogs.

Thankfully, we walked away from our classmates a pretty good distance before starting. I was still unsure. I peered into his eyes though and said the words: "Diesel, come." Without the slightest bit of hesitation he launched into this cartoon-style peel out where his legs were going like a freight train but his body wasn't moving. He was suspended in time and space. When he finally did get his feet planted he was over to me in about two seconds. It was hysterical pretty much every time he did it. I was laughing so hard the third time that when he came sailing into my arms he rammed his whole head in the treat pouch and cleaned it out. He didn't stop wagging that night until long after we were home.

5 comments:

Karen said...

Way to go Diesel, you are a rock star!

loveandaleash said...

sounds like he is developing a pretty solid recall!

karmakat said...

Diesel...Diesel....Diesel! You are doing what your name inspires.....running towand that station....running toward that treat bag. This humble karmakat would love to find a treat bag to run toward. Carry on, Diesel.

Susan Rose said...

Diesel is a charmer! I wish I could see him in action.

Beverly said...

What a GREAT DAWG!