They've been good as gold since the unsnipped Tubby Jr.'s last outing. Am beginning to think perhaps I should just accept that the Furboys need their dash outdoors. They have been fairly capable in returning home after every self-planned outing ... Perhaps this is all a phase ... they will eventually calm down and be contented with the fairly large grounds (more than an acre) that they get free access to 24/7.
Honestly la!! (la-being a very Malaysian suffix). I've noted that half my canine pack - esp. the more mischevious of the lot would go through a ' I gots to get out there an explore' phase in their poochie development. Some would come home the instant you call them, some turn selectively deaf even you constantly call after them, but would turn to mush upon the sight of you (usually stewing) growling unprintable religious sounding words; Some decide its a game the more you go after them, the further they run! It's all maddening to varying degrees.
Maybe if I learnt not to get so worked up and accept that they need a little 'change of scenery now and again', these little episodes - admittedly, they're turning into mini adventures rather than the raging sagas they used to be, wouldn't be quite as stressful. Like I said, they know their way home. It's just that I worry something might happen to them along the way ...
I suppose, they've proven to be fairly capable at handling different circumstances on their own ... and they are fairly independent, affectionate dogs that don't bite. Just ... there are many non-dog lovers in the neighbourhood that don't understand canine behaviour and deem a curious sniff as hostile. Can't helps it. This human canine slave is a worry wart!