
Tried out a new training class the other evening which specialises in recall and is taken outdoors in a large field. We have a pretty good recall if I spot the other dogs/people before he does so thought this would be a good opportunity to encounter distractions in a controlled environment. Harley couldn't quite get the hang of why he was in a field still on a lead when he should be running around having fun so it took a while to get total focus.
After almost an hour of walking around in a rain sodden mud bath we got round to doing a recall from a fairly long distance but weren't allowed to take leads off. He sat and waited perfectly while I walked away from him and turned to face him - again waiting for me to call him. When I finally gave the command to come he took off like a bullet with the lead dragging through the mud behind him which made him run even faster. He looked as though he was suffering the effects of G-force as he hurtled towards me with his ears and eyes pinned back by gravity, and a huge pink tongue whipped back beside his ears.
As he got close to me he went into the sit but there was no way he was going to stop in time on the mud and he slid along on his bum in the sit position and knocked me flying backwards into liquid ooze. "This looks like a great game" was his next thought and so he jumped on top of me plastering the front of me in mud as well. My daughter and I were in fits of laughter by this time and I looked like a mud wrestler.
At the end of the session the trainer said that it was nice of us to join them for a "one-off" session so gathered that his enthusiasm was a bit too much for that particular class.
We laughed all the way home and it still makes me smile thinking about it now. He might not be perfectly trained but he has bags of enthusiasm!