Since our son, Coriander Pendragon, was born, our dog, Euclid Ian, seems to have lost any yen for running away. I let him out of the house with me without a leash ‒ at wee distances, anyway, like when popping in 'n' out of the house to take the garbage to the wheelie bin. He stays right with me. Bjorn can take him to go get the mail, and Euclid stays right with him.
I am still cautious about it ... Eu is a car- / biker- / skateboarder- chaser. And Eu's "twin", a neighbor dog, was run over by a car over while I was pregnant and her death still sits with me. In my caution, when I let him out with me I sometimes take out treats (kibble) with me, to reinforce the habits I want.
Today Eu and I went out to take out our wonderfully fragrant garbage, and a biker came down the street while we were at the bin. Euclid didn't even blench! Good dog.
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