When I was in college, my parents adopted a lab puppy for my brother (who was 2-3 years old at the time). They had this brilliant idea that the dog would live in the backyard, they'd feed it on a regular basis and my brother could play with the dog periodically. Needless to say this dog dug up the backyard and chewed on everything he didn't dig up. So they chained him up. The dog got tangled up in his chain on a daily basis and my parents had the brilliant idea of giving me the responsibility of getting him untangled every day. I hated that dog with a passion very quickly. I had to take him off the chain to untangle him and he would run as fast as he could in circles around the yard. He had no recall and was far faster than I was.
I knew absolutely nothing about dogs at that time and didn't want responsibility for the dog in the first place. That dog needed a good 5 mile run, not a walk.
I knew absolutely nothing about dogs at that time and didn't want responsibility for the dog in the first place. That dog needed a good 5 mile run, not a walk.