The Race

Brooklynn is a bad girl. I brought her outside today to do a few retrieves. Usually if she is retrieving, she stays close and she listens reasonably well, especially if I'm holding the bumper. Well today, she decided to visit the neighbors dog, and as I'm trying to get her attention, she runs off. So I chased.

Wrong move, Mom!

The dog was grinning everytime I got close. (Seriously, she was grinning.) Then she'd run some more. We traveled half the apartment complex before I thought, "Marcie, how stupid can you get?" She finally stopped about 20 feet from me, so I sat down facing away from her. The look on her face was priceless, "What?!? That's not the game!" I told her to come, and she did about 5 ft or so. Again, "come", again about 5 ft. I worked her all the way to me and had her sit. She stayed there about 30 seconds or so and I took her by the collar and dragged her home. I say dragged because she refused to just walk with me. What a nut.

I love my girl, but she is the most muleheaded dog I have ever had.

This is my pretty girl.