The Terrier Has Landed

It all went well to start with, at least on the journey home. "Look she is licking the children’s hands" I said. It will be a marriage made in heaven. We arrived at home. "Right my new Kingdom" Edith thought, and she wasted no time in making herself at home. "The humans are here to serve and be punished if they falter. I need a new bed, multiple toys, good food and the children really must be put right when they insist upon making such a racket". By the end of week one Edith was convinced every child leg must have a rat up it and be killed. The children became tap dancers overnight.

 The Christmas tree was treated with similar distaste along with the poor cats, who by then had become specialists in the art of dawn raids to food bowls and daytime refugees in next doors kitchen. Terriers really revel in testing a cat’s ability to run in the garden gauntlet.

 Next came the walks or 'runs' they turned out to be. I am now in the habit of talking to all new dog owners (especially terrier owners!) about general and recall training from day one. Some dogs like the reliable Labrador are likely to return at the drop of a hat from a very early age. Others like Edith just won't and are HARD WORK. We tried recall with Edith in the house. It was a little hit and miss bet seemed to be coming on. We moved to the garden, a safe and secure area. But is any area ever terrier proof? Edith just escaped in 1 minute, made off down the road and into the country park. Two hours later covered in bramble scratches, having waded through countless ditches and covered in mud I finally caught her... and this happened several times. One time she escaped, went into the neighbours house and jumped on top of the sleeping occupant.

 More embarrassing was the thought I might be recognised by the countless people who shouted "get your dog on a lead" or "this pet has just done a lap of my house".

 But Edith, like many terriers has one thing that is held dear above all else... her ball. We can now generally get her back without much fuss with a ball to hand.

 Edith my first dog has taught me more than I could ever want to know about the canine mind. I know her inside out and she knows me... and I truly find a dog is a man’s best friend.