Clodagh
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
Poor Scout has totally been thrown in the deep end this week, work wise. Today his head definitely exploded and he lost the plot. I had no recall whatsoever. It was like driving a car downhill with no brakes. No fun at all, in fact downright alarming.
I know it’s my fault and he’s very young but it still leaves me with a conundrum.
I’m out tomorrow, but a small day where one dog will be fine. Do I take him and just hope that as it will all be quiet and low key he will remember what the whistle is all about and we’ll be grand.
Or do I leave him at home and take either Tawny (retired), Penny (exhausted), Ffee (stitches in) or Red ( spayed 14 days ago). ?
I know it’s my fault and he’s very young but it still leaves me with a conundrum.
I’m out tomorrow, but a small day where one dog will be fine. Do I take him and just hope that as it will all be quiet and low key he will remember what the whistle is all about and we’ll be grand.
Or do I leave him at home and take either Tawny (retired), Penny (exhausted), Ffee (stitches in) or Red ( spayed 14 days ago). ?