Laika finally gets time off the lead. Now that she reacts to ‘Leave’, even when shouted from a distance, she is much safer on the beach in spite of it being littered with jellyfish. I have rarely seen so many of the slightly creepy creatures since the perpetually sunny summers of my childhood. – Well, they seemed that way! Some are the size of juggernaut tyres, some little saucers of sliminess, all of them causing me faint nausea. Laika found them fascinating, but now she appears to ignore them.
We have, after trying five different makes, found a harness that does not slide around her body or allow her to back out of it if she disagrees with my direction. I met a man with two wild but friendly staffies, who were both wearing a kind of harness I had not seen before. I ordered one, not cheap, but it works perfectly. Not only that, it also somehow gives the impression that she may be in training, so that fewer people try to get her attention when I want to keep it on me.
My new harness
I meet an elderly (that means older than me) couple most mornings, walking their equally elderly golden retrievers. The dogs are not the slightest interested in Laika’s offers of play, but the couple are delightful. They pet Laika, but only if she has four feet on the ground, and there has never been a hint of ‘Oh, I don’t mind her jumping’. I do, very much, and it is a pleasure to meet people who agree with me and thus assist me in her training.
We have started to lengthen the walks a little, and it is fascinating to observe Laika’s frantic sniffing out of her new surroundings. She is so very curious about the world, and I believe, perhaps erroneously? that she is grateful to me for taking her to new places. Certainly, when I try to skip some of the more smell-full places on our regular walks she stops in her tracks and looks at me, clearly saying: Hey, I NEED to see if anything smells differently from yesterday!
That she determinedly eats her way up my two bay trees by the door is a matter of slight contention. She does this when I have the cheek to need a few minutes to myself and let her roam the garden, and since I refuse to go the punishment route, she is not really getting the message… I need to ask my trainer how to sort this one in a positive manner, and in the meantime I hope Son and Daughter-in-law forgive us if their gift from four years ago does not survive Laika’s dogged determination.
Eyes half shut…