Leash of Shame

My friends are very funny and creative and I love that about them. When I put a leash on Oliver, they called it the leash of shame. The reason behind it is, that Oliver since we adopted him had all the freedom you can think off. One day he decided to walk back ahead of me, hung around in the parking lot until he got board and even so their were people around, decided to go for a stroll. He either smelled something good or could hear children scream and play, who knows, it does not matter why, he took off. We started looking for him, calling Oliver, driving around, but nothing. He had just no care in the world. He knew that I would not leave without him and even so we did not know where he was, he could hear us. The waiting seemed like an eternity, in real time maybe 5-15 minutes. Then I got a call, are you missing a dog? Oh yes I am, he ended up at a house of a friend, who is only here in the summer and I had to talk to her anyway. Her children had given him water and played with him. So he was save after all and just around the corner. It all ended up well, but the scare and fear of loosing him stayed with me for a little while. So that is why Oliver is dragging the leash of shame behind him.

The funny thing is, he is really smart and the scent of that garbage pale in the parking lot is very much inviting him to come and join him for a little feast here and there. Yesterday Oliver tried the ultimate stunt. He tried to walk back and I called him, so he came reluctantly. The next try was going under the fence, their is some dried up fish, he likes to eat, but you can also walk back to the parking lot from there. I called again and he came back. Now, he waits until I am busy with something else, goes into the water and swims back, my friend run after him and caught him while he was coming out of the water to go to the parking lot. I must admit, that was really clever and I can admire that, at the same time I want to pull out my hair. Today, he was very good and only went under the fence to eat more dried fish. In the video you can see Oliver trying to do a Pole dance on his back in the sand. One of my friends suggested that I rename him and call him Detour. The name is great, but at this time, when I catch him early of doing something, he still responds to Oliver.

Woof, woof

Sabine