Wonderful and absolutely bonkers all at the same time!
It's bad...but it could be worse. Right?
Last night was the first time for a while that I'd felt alone with Caesar. It wasn't because he had done anything naughty or damaged anything or eaten anything; these things I have learnt to live with. For a change, it was my silly behaviour that had caused him damage.
To understand my behaviour at all you first need to know this fact; Caesar likes to jump. In the short time that I've owned him, I've seen him jump fences, walls, stair gates, chairs....and more. His current favourite hobby is jumping on and off the coffee table in the lounge. And, when that bores him; on and off the window sill.
Caesar likes to jump on and off of the coffee table.
Close to where we live there is a beach and on the beach there are fences that section off parts. Parts of the fences cover about 20m in width and range from 50cm to almost 2m in height. When walking Caesar on the beach, I used to allow him to jump over them until someone kindly pointed out that I didn't know what was on the other side - thankfully before I found out the hard way that people don't necessarily look after our beaches and leave broken glass or shards of metal lying around. I stopped this game as soon as I realised.
Caesar LOVES the beach.
I'd always dreamed of doing a sport such as agility or flyball with Caesar and would love to see him running a course. I'm certain he'd be great as he has a good attention span when it comes to training. There is only one problem; other dogs. When I last attempted to get Caesar to do flyball he abandoned the run in favour of jumping a fence and chasing after a load of other dogs. It's not that Caesar doesn't get enough exercise or variety because I'm constantly being told that he does. However, like a proud mother, I can never escape the feeling that he could achieve more so I'm always looking for new things to try. Failing that, I look for safe things to jump over on walks for a bit of fun.
Caesar sitting on a wall he'd jumped onto
Yesterday, on the beach I spotted a mild looking wall. It was waist height on me and so, at a jog, I pulled Caesar, on his flexi-lead, toward it. I let the lead loose and kept running as we approached. Caesar seemed to be enjoying the run and began to make headway in front. When he reached the wall, I gave the usual "up up up!" command....
Caesar can run really fast if once he gets going.
The next thing that happened was a blur. Caesar hit the wall with a thud travelling at quite a speed. He had seen the wall approaching yet somehow failed to jump and just ran face first into it and then collapsed into a pile. My first, and very unmotherly reaction, was to laugh; fancy not noticing there was a wall there. But then, having noticed the nasty looking mark on his cheek, I suddenly felt very concerned. How would you explain to a vet that you ran your dog flat out into a wall?!
Ouch! How much of a bad mum do I feel?!
In summary, to test your dogs IQ level; run them full pelt towards a wall and see if they jump. If they do they have a higher IQ than if they don't.....simple!
And, since I'm now far too aware of legal mumbo jumbo that I shouldn't be bothered about, please do not do the above...it was a joke!