A few months ago, I remarked to The Curmudgeon that it’s been a while since one of the dogs inflicted an injury on me.  I spoke too soon or maybe they heard me and wanted to prove me wrong.

     I usually take the dogs out after eleven at night.  I always take them out on the retractable leash.  After all, they are in their own fenced in yard, are they not?  

     Around Thanksgiving, Gavin started bolting out the door.  This was not a good thing.  When he bolted out the door he managed to hit the end of the leash with enough force to pull me off my feet.  I did not like this.  I did not like bruises and skinned knees.  Thus, the sit and wait until I get out the door first lessons began.

     Patty took to the new routine well.  Gavin did not.  We had a real battle going that I refused to lose.  I had to switch him to a six-foot lead instead of the retractable to get my point across.  We’re back to the retractable leash and he’s no longer bolting out the door on me.  Score!