Flicka

Remember how you were so worried that you might not be able to take her on walks? I think you were both destined to find one another and to be together x
Yes, I can remember the despair when she refused to leave her bed and walk out of the front door. Her breeder came over and persuaded her it was a good thing to do, but she still looked scared and not keen. He then made me hold the lead and we threw a tennis ball and then she went slowly from strength to strength. I thought what is the point of having a dog if she won't go for walks. I so nearly came to sending her back to the kennels. This morning she went down the lane, tail wagging and so happy. She seems to love retrieving and will do 'go backs' 'get out' stop to the whistle etc. She seems to learn quickly. I asked Steve what training she had had before I had her, he said non, she was a clean slate. I just remember her the first time I saw her, submitting all the time to her siblings, that is why I chose her!
 
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Little Flicka has discovered the joys of water. The day before yesterday, she found a muddy wallow where the cattle used to drink with a small stream running in it, I heard splashing noises and there she was going over the mud and then leaping into the stream, she was covered from head to tail in mud and soaking wet. Yesterday, she ran off down the field and through a gate and found the lake, came back soaked! Not the best place to get in, so we walked on and she kept trying to leap in at dangerous places, we eventually came to bottom end of lake, I never let my other dogs gain there but she was in before I could blink! We carried on with our walk and she found another muddy pond, several streams hidden in long reeds, a happy, muddy soaking wet dog! She was in seventh heaven, but I really must stop this desire for water.
 
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