We were at the beach last weekend, waiting to meet Bethany. Suddenly, Mr. N goes flying off. I assumed there was a dog somewhere that he was anxious to meet and started following him.
Then I saw about a dozen horses in the distance and Mr. N running circles around their feet, barking his little head off. I immediately started freaking out and ran towards him. I was sure he was going to be trampled.
I think I’ve mentioned this on the blog before but Mr. N loses his mind over horses. If I had known there were going to be horses on the beach, he would have stayed firmly leashed. I can call him off other dogs, birds, and dead things but we so rarely see horses that I don’t really get a chance to train specifically for that.
He was way too far ahead to even hear my voice anyway. He was about a half mile ahead. Several bystanders were trying to catch Mr. N but he was having none of it. Catching dogs who don’t want to be caught is hard. Catching a tiny dog (there’s really not much of him to grab) who is sand-colored and agile and fast and has all the brains? Near impossible.
To his credit, as soon as he saw me, he came running over. I immediately scooped him up and we walked far away from those horses and he went back on leash. He saw those horses again later (on leash) and he was calm. Maybe he got all those hi jinks out of his system.
Those horses belong to a company that hires them out for guided trail rides for tourists and are thus calm and sedate and used to shenanigans. I am very, very grateful that Mr. N made it out in one piece. I’m pretty sure Mr. N enjoyed every minute of it.
|So not ashamed.|