Husband came out with me to feed, he opened the gates, and doors, while I hauled the feed in, and poured. I wasn't paying much attention to him, or Rudee, and Rudee kept trying to sneak into the hen yard with me. Husband was having none of that, and so we finished feeding, and I walked out to go exercise, poles in hand.
Husband made Rudee stay with him.
Rudee made it clear he DID NOT LIKE THIS. He whined, dug at the gate, ran the gate and part of the fence. Husband made him sit. Rudee liked this even less. When he was released, he bolted for me, Husband calling him back. (We aren't doing this to tease him, we want him to go to whomever calls him, to avoid having him in a dangerous situation, or if WE were in a dangerous situation.)
Rudee didn't make any effort to go back. I, with my best "bad dog drill Sargent" voice, told him to go back. Exceptionally begrudgingly, he did. Then Husband told him to go back to me.
I swear I heard a sonic boom...
We really need to work on him paying attention to Husband. (Aside, guess that makes ME the alpha???) So, the 'training' will continue. When Rudee is with Husband, not a problem. When he is with me, not a problem. When we are together, Husband is almost nonexistent. (Gee, I wonder who Rudee is with 99% of the time...)
Went walking up the hill, and when we finished, Rudee spotted a deer. The deer managed to out run him, and I watched where it went. I saw the deer run, then go through, not OVER the fence.
I walked to the spot I had seen the deer perform what should have been an impossible task, only to find out something has torn the fence to absolute shreds in that spot. My none-too-tiny rear could fit through the hole in the fence. I was extremely surprised that Rudee didn't continue chasing the deer into the neighbor's trees!
So, I need to go and fix fence. I really don't think this is the work of a deer. Unless it was a really big deer, moving very fast.
Or, it had a set of Leatherman's and wanted a quick way through the fence.
(I really am curious what would have made that large of a hole... L*rd help me, no bears, please...)
In other news, Naomi's wee one is a budding photographer, I think she is quite promising. Now if we can work juuuusst a smidgen on centering... (I guess I should give her a break, she is around two, I think she took better pics than I have, on occasion.)