Here is the routine and I do mean routine!
Home from work - belly rub the poochy poochy after all he is a belly rub whore!
Eat dinner - do dishes.
Change clothes and Jackson starts dancing at the very sight of me headed to the bedroom to change clotes.
Sit down to tie shoes and Jackson is so over joyed that he insists on helping.
Get plastic bag!
Get leash on dog!
Walk for 30 or so minutes.
After the walk Jackson likes to lounge in the yard on his long tether.
Fine and good. I staked up some plants and generally enjoyed what I saw. Here is where life gets tricky...
As a rule - Jackson can be let off his leash and usually can be trusted to go the 10 or so feet without being touched or guided. He just goes in the house. Tonight I guess the door was not open enough. He hit the door and said to himself - humph - guess I am not going in there - turned around and darted for the wide open spaces. Dammit!
So I go in the house and DH asks me "Did you let him go?" "D'oh"
I invented this trick and 99 times it works - but not tonight. So I get a leash and Jackson proceeds to take me on a cruise of the neighbors yards. The neighbors have some interesting yards!
He slips into a very thick part of the woods and I opt to walk around to the other side - where I find him on the deck - he looks at me and bolts down the stairs. Dammit!
I tour the yards - nice work guys! and while he is sniffing yard 4 or 5 I lost track - I clench his neck and get the leash on him again.
Home we wander - all the time I am telling him "you should not piss off the momma" and lecturing him on the finer points of not running away from me - it is not prudent at this juncture to piss me off...
Well, he comes in the house and I ask the DH if he thought he would have come if I crinkled a plastic bag the way he comes before his walk... we just laughed...
Jackson is not to be trusted and at that point he looks at me with big brown eyes and says "What?"
That was that - tonight we got dog!