A few weeks ago, I reported that Gracie was doing well with off-leash work. Well, on Saturday, she was very rambunctious.
We were in the front yard, enjoying the sunshine. We had been out for awhile, and it was time to go inside. When I told Gracie to head for the door, she ran by me at full speed, growling. That was not a good sign. It meant she was feeling mischievous.
She made a sharp right and headed down the driveway. I tried to intercept her, but she has the advantage of being low to the ground and FAST. In a flash, she dashed past the gate and headed up “the holler.”
I know you non-Southerners will not know the meaning of “holler.” It does not mean “to yell.” In this case, I am referring to the section of land behind my house where no one lives. It is a little cove surrounded by mountains. Coyotes, stray dogs, deer, turkeys, and bears all enjoy the place. So does Gracie.
Despite my insistence that she return, she charged forward. She would sometimes run toward me. Then, just when she was ALMOST within reach, she would smirk (yes, smirk), wag her tail, and dash away.
Now, if you want to gauge the level of your fitness, try catching a determined Jack Russell terrier. It took awhile. I was gasping for air and sweating as if I just ran a marathon when I finally caught her. She stopped for a few seconds too long to investigate an interesting smell, giving me the opportunity I needed. Otherwise, we would still be running the hills!
Upon our return to the house, Gracie raided Kiki’s food bowl when no one was looking. My little angel has turned into a little devil!
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