Thank God there wasn't a video camera tonight. The dogs ran well, but it sure didn't have anything to do with the guy running them. I am not sure what was going on, but I didn't do a thing except make it harder on the dogs. And when I really should have been paying attention, I was out to lunch.
I have owned shock collars for a long time. They are the greatest tool in training beagles. They keep dogs safe, help them get back to the truck, keep them from trashing, and help them learn to mind their owner. Tonight though, Tri-Tronics was the enemy. I shocked dogs when they didn't need it. I didn't shock dogs when they needed it. And worst of all, I shocked the wrong dogs a few times.
Then, when the dogs got into the yard of a neighbor that threw a few shots our way a couple of Thursdays ago (See the 911 records for more information), I just sat and listened. Finally, after the third trip through the yard I snapped out of it and started calling them back out of the yard.
I have no excuses for tonight. The dogs were just way smarter and way more alert than their owner. I am not even sure what was going on. I do know for sure though, a few more trips like this and I won't even be able to get my dogs out of their pen.
I quit a little early. The way things were going I just figured I better try to get home. That was enough of a challenge. Maybe tomorrow night I can do better. For my dogs' sake, I sure hope so.
I ran Chip, Gypsy, Jed, Butcher, Cole, Trick, and Ob. It was 56 degrees and a clear, starry night.