It is great to take Dillon to a road that has a nice wide sidewalk besides it for letting Dillon run freely without a leash on him in the evenings. When I arrive there with him, the first thing I do after letting him jump out of the car is take the leash off him. He usually annoys the hell out of me by flat-outly ignoring my Come on Dillon let's go commands as he is sniffing the damn grass. He can be very very stubborn when it comes to trying to get his mind off sniffing the grass. The only way I can get him to cooperate with me is by turning around and walk behind him and in a military-style voice, strongly say, Get going get going or move along move along. Everytime he stops to sniff the grass, I walk faster towards his butt as if I'm going to kick it and militarily yell, I'm going to kick your a-- now get going. Sorry if I sound like I'm abusive to my beagle, I'm not but it's the only way he obeys my commands when he's doing his grass sniffing. And I actually have never kicked his butt anyway. But it's the only way I can get him to obey my commands. I do let him have a little bit of time to sniff the grass. But if I let him, he can sniff the grass for hours. That's why I don't let him sniff for too long because it kills too much time and plus I need him to walk with me for exercise to use up his energy. He usually does better when I finally convince him to forget about his grass sniffing and I praise him for that as we walk down the sidewalk.
After Dillon doees his poopy and pee, we turn around to head back to the car and he gets so frisky, he's running all over the place except the road. I do not allow Dillon to even put one paw on the road because of my fear he might get run over on it. He knows he isn't allowed to get on the road at all because I've scolded him for it many times. And he usually doesn't get on it at all. But once in a while, his nose will get the best of him when he gets a scent of something across the road and he'll follow the scent not realizing he is standing on the road. When I catch Dillon putting one paw on the road, I immediately yell at him, NO NO!!! What did your daddy tell you? Dillon does a good job of realizing he isn't supposed to be on the road and walks off it immediately. Anyway back to Dillon being frisky and running all over the grass and sidewalk. I enjoy watching him happily run freely in the grass and sidewalk. As we get closer to the car, that's where he gets quite stubborn, too. Dillon will stop running and just simply stand there on the sidewalk as if he is out of breath from all the running as I'm walking farther and farther away from him. I stop and turn around and call for Dillon, Dillon, come on let's go. This is where he'll flat-out ignore me again. And I have to revert back to my militaristic tone of voice to get him to come running towards me again, Dillon, don't make me come and kick your a--. When I yell at him in an angry tone of voice, I mean it Boy he takes off running towards me.
I swear he likes to p*** me off sometimes.
After Dillon doees his poopy and pee, we turn around to head back to the car and he gets so frisky, he's running all over the place except the road. I do not allow Dillon to even put one paw on the road because of my fear he might get run over on it. He knows he isn't allowed to get on the road at all because I've scolded him for it many times. And he usually doesn't get on it at all. But once in a while, his nose will get the best of him when he gets a scent of something across the road and he'll follow the scent not realizing he is standing on the road. When I catch Dillon putting one paw on the road, I immediately yell at him, NO NO!!! What did your daddy tell you? Dillon does a good job of realizing he isn't supposed to be on the road and walks off it immediately. Anyway back to Dillon being frisky and running all over the grass and sidewalk. I enjoy watching him happily run freely in the grass and sidewalk. As we get closer to the car, that's where he gets quite stubborn, too. Dillon will stop running and just simply stand there on the sidewalk as if he is out of breath from all the running as I'm walking farther and farther away from him. I stop and turn around and call for Dillon, Dillon, come on let's go. This is where he'll flat-out ignore me again. And I have to revert back to my militaristic tone of voice to get him to come running towards me again, Dillon, don't make me come and kick your a--. When I yell at him in an angry tone of voice, I mean it Boy he takes off running towards me.
I swear he likes to p*** me off sometimes.