The farmers put in electric fencing this weekend while I was away, and during the process, they “broke” my invisible fencing for Pistachio, which means P cannot run free and chase bunnies and squirrels and whatnot while I diligently get my work done inside. The last two days I have taken P out to the gravel road to walk, but the funny thing is, he is still trained for the fence (which I am grateful for!). This means he cannot walk past a certain point in the lane because he thinks he is going to get shocked (it feels like a shock you would get from static electricity). So I have to drive him…yes, drive…the thirty yards or so down the lane, then get out and walk him up and down the road.
The farmers are already laughing at me. You might as well join them.
About an hour ago, P was begging to outside. I think it had more to do with the squirrels tormenting him now that they know he’s not running free for a while, but he pretended that he had to potty. We got down to the end of the lane (seriously, I think I need to rename my dog P Diddy) and started walking the road. At this point, I was thinking this was a good idea. It was still light out (although the sun was at the far horizon) and I didn’t need to worry about the creatures of the night waking up.
Or did I?
We headed north on the road, which takes us past the windbreak. Now the trees aren’t very thick, and they’re at most 100 yards deep along the road. They don’t even come very close to the road. And it was still light enough that I could still see clear through them to the west. Well, I told myself I could. We got to right about the middle of the windbreak and P just stopped and stared into the trees. He didn’t pull on the leash or raise his ears. He nose wasn’t even going. He was just staring. I gave him a few moments, then nudged him on. He took about five steps, then stopped and did it again.
At this point, I was trying to see what he was seeing in the trees, but all I saw was bark and leaves. I heard some squirrels in the treetops further up the road, but P wasn’t interested in them at all. When I realized that, I started to get goose bumps. The last thing I needed was for some woodland creature to come tearing out of the trees and knock me down to steal my dog.
I tried to nudge P on, but this time, he wasn’t budging. Well, except to sit down. WTH! This made me even more curious about what was in the trees, but again I couldn’t see anything. The wind had picked up just enough to rattle the leaves in all the trees, so I couldn’t hear anything either. I was just about to turn around and head back to the house when P jumped up and ran to hide between my legs.
Okay, so he *tried* to hide between my legs, but my legs aren’t made of taffy and don’t bend that way, so instead he ended up knocking me down in the middle of the road and then sitting on me while still trying to watch whatever was in the forest. Removing a 70-lb dog who is determined to keep his butt planted into your abdomen is no easy feat for us mere mortals.
P finally got off me enough that I could get up off the gravel and brush myself off. In fact, he was suddenly giddy and ready to walk some more, so we continued on our way, walking further north.
(When will I ever learn?!)
We got to the top of the hill and turned back to head home. By this time the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, but it was still plenty bright enough to see everything that needed to be seen. P apparently disagreed. As we approached the windbreak on our return trip, he came to complete stop and absolutely refused to budge. I tried pushing and pulling, yanking and whistling, promising treats and runs through the field with a hundred cows, but he simply refused to move.
So I picked him up and hefted him over my shoulder as best I could and carried him the hundred yards to the car so I could drive him up the lane. I’ll be popping ibuprofen until every muscle in my body stops screaming at me, but at least Mr. P Diddy is safe and sound from the demon forest…
…and already begging to go out again.