Out of sorts

Just as we were on our last leg of our walk yesterday evening the thing that every dog owner dreads happened.(it was Friday 13th after all and the day had been event free) Sorrels lead snapped, had there not been a scent of a deer I may of been able to get her back but there was and off she went like a crazy banshee dog baking her head off down through the woods.

I trundled home alone in the hope she would return I even went for a drive down our back road along the river up the other side of the woods passing our farm again to head down the main road to the river then back up our small road but its a bit like searching for a needle in a hay stack with so many woods and fields for her to trek over. So I waited at home, thinking it will be a poster on the bins and alerting chien perdu and various refuges but four hours later around 10.30pm I heard her medals on her collar jangling. She had managed to find her way back thankfully.Soaking wet and a bit hungry she settle on the settee where all the crawling ticks she had picked up could be seen on her. These ticks are the type that don't borrow into the skin but rather crawl along I must of picked off 60 placing them in a tin of water - they don't seem to be able to swim.

Last night Sorrel slept well and today after her walk (where she wouldn't leave my side on her lead) she took herself off to her dog pod (crate) and slept all day until this evenings walk where again she was my shadow very not Sorrel like as we usually have to control our pulling. Back home tea and off to sleep again. I think she may of freaked herself out and seems to have saw front legs as though shes run too much. I'm hoping this has been a lesson to her but I'm not banking on it after a few days I think we will be back to normal searching out those pesky deer scents. The time when her recall is 100% is a long way off, if ever I feel.