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« on: October 24, 2005, 11:28:25 am »
I remember a day, with my first newfie, Hightower. We had just come home from getting the first leg of his CD. He had done beautifully, he would sit, he would down, he would heel, stay and come.... all off leash. No problems. I pulled into the driveway, opened the door, and out he got and off he ran. And he ran, and he ran. No amount of calling would get him to come. Sometimes he would act like he didn't hear me, other times he would look at me, then run the other way. I can remember shouting at him that he was better cared for than any kid in Hardin County and if he wanted to run away, he go just go. I was so aggravated. I sat down, he came back and gave a hug. I think he was maybe 5 or 6 years old before he was "reliable" to come everytime I called. Oh, he would always come, just not always immediately.