The other night I was watching TV while snuggled up on the couch with Romeo. Jahzara, the Greyhound, was sleeping on her dog bed nearby. Freighter, the cat, was somewhere nearby as well. Ed, my husband, had just gone to bed. All was quiet and peaceful.
Reminds me of the start of Twas the Night Before Christmas:
“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse”
Suddenly, Freighter was chasing after something. I assumed it was a moth, as they often get in the house and Freighter can't resist chasing them. I didn't think much of it. Romeo, however, can't resist joining in the chase, so he leaps off the couch and goes flying over to Freighter and joins in the chase.
When I looked to see what they were chasing, I realized that it was much larger than a moth. About the size of a small rodent, in fact. Yes, it was a mouse. So much for “not a creature was stirring”! The chase was on.
“Leave it!” I said. I always tell my clients not to use “leave it” in a situation where you don't have control of what you are telling your dog to “leave” until you have a pretty solid leave it on cue. And with this exciting of a situation, I probably should not have said it. Romeo is pretty good with stationary objects, but small furry objects running around are a much greater challenge. But I said it, so now I had to follow through. I said it again. I think I said it a third time as well. Amazingly enough, Romeo actually did stop the chase.
By this time, the mouse found his escape route and disappeared. Romeo really did “leave it”. I'd like to say it's because of the phenomenal job I've done training him. Of course, it might just have been because he lost track of the mouse or some other reason. Nah, I'm pretty sure it was my excellent training skills. Yep, we'll go with that.