|Our little terrier as a puppy|
Now, only twelve months later, he walks nearly perfectly on the lead (as much as a border terrier ever will); he doesn't think every person and dog on the Heath is his friend; he comes when he's called - eventually. I've even managed to teach him how to stay with me off the lead when crossing the road, and to sit when I'm taking him on and off the lead. The power of doggie biscuits!
What's more the terrier who used to disappear across the fields chasing after a deer (we often wondered what he would do if he actually caught one) now doesn't even bother running after a stray pigeon.
|At the Yuppy Puppy on Finchley Road|