Leave it. LEAVE IT! REALLY!

Gah, why did I get a spaniel...?

So, the subject of today's training class was 'leave it'. (Rolls on floor, laughing hysterically).

The first stage was ok, as I could hang onto the lead, and by adopting a position similar to that of a water-skiier I was able to hold the ravening beast away from the plates of yummy food that had been provided for the purposes of the exercise.

However, Henry managed to devise Stage Two. There wasn't meant to be a Stage Two you understand, he made it up all by himself. (I'm an innovator - Henry). You see, all the dogs were taken off into the big field for a run, and recall practice. Sadly Henry felt that all these big boisterous labradors were not to his taste and took himself off for a wander.

To the far side of the field.

Where there were spectators.

One of whom had one of the plates of food.

On the floor.






You can see where this is going, right?







Happily, the hardy spectator was able to remove most of the food from Henry, so he only got a good gnaw of the food (toast, as it happens) and some clingfilm, which is not even on the top ten of worst things he has eaten.

Hey ho....


I said LEAVE IT!