Abby just walked out of the kitchen with a rawhide bone in her mouth. “What’s odd about that,” you ask? She pushed the pantry door open, lifted it (still in its plastic wrap), and proudly carried it down the hall toward me.
This is a spark of mischief we hadn’t seen in her up till now. Oh dear.
Abby’s got game.
Oh, she’s a smart one! That’s not good.
Seriously, look into scent work. It’s easy to do, and nothing keeps a dog busier or tires her out more. You don’t need to get into tracking. Hiding things for her to find will be good enough.
She’s even wandering around in the yard without a leash now. It’s taken nearly three weeks, but she’s getting to be a comfortable dog in this house, I think.