- Location
- Cornwall , UK
My usual routine is that on our morning walk , Reuben gets to retrieve his ball/dummy , on the afternoon walk he doesnt . This morning the weather was horrendous , raining sideways , so sadly there was no play, just a very brief 20 minutes off lead so this afternoon I decided to let him have ball play/retrieving at Golitha Falls . Not surprisingly there wasnt another soul daft enough to be out in this awful weather , and so I decided to let him have his ball . I looked like Nanook of the North , clad in so many waterproofs that I could hardly walk but off we went , he having a wonderful time , me wondering how short I dare cut this walk . It is so bad that I kept well away from the river, it is very dangerous and in flood , so we stayed in the woods where he was an angel , for a while Now usually , after ball play of around 20 minutes , I take it from him saying Ball Gone ,and into my bag it goes but he was having such a lovely time that I let him play for longer, big mistake , talk about setting him up to fail By the time I decided that I had enough, he decided that he was well and truly frenzied and over excited and so started the " Here I am , but I`m off again " routine . I ignored him , it didnt work , I got the treats out, it didnt work , I hid behind a tree, it didnt work and so in the end , I sat on a granite plinth , looking like a drowned rat and waited for him to get fed up, he didnt . Half a flippin hour I sat there , until at last he saw a friend of mine with her dog and dropped the perishing ball as he approached them . I swooped on it, skidding in the mud in an effort to get to it before he realised his mistake , I won , stuffing the ball into my bag . At this, he reverted to his usual routine and came to me immediately for his lead on , I didnt say a word , covered in mud , perishing cold did not endear me to my boy at that moment . Oh well, tomorrow is another day, not robots are they ? xx