Not my puppo, she knows exactly what side her bread is buttered on. The one time the gate was left open and she got out and hung out by the truck to go on a ride like anytime I open the front door for her.
Corgis:
Born to outrun you.
Built to out-fit you.
Goddammit, Muffin! I do not have time for this! I have to be at work soon!
Imagine being forced to consume the same food, get the same enrichment, and exist in the same house all your life. You’d get bored and want to see what else is out there too.
My childhood dog was like this. My current dog only ever wants to be with me. Door wide open, doesn't matter as long as she is with me.
When I was a kid we had a couple dogs at different points, who were exactly like this, run at any chance.
Then I came to Germany, and the culture here (as compared to my family at least) is that they take walking the dog very seriously, like multiple times a day, every day. I was not used to this at all, but I haven't heard of dogs ever just running away since I've been here.
So it could just be that my dog-owning friends here are just very good trainers, but it seems like giving dogs lots and lots of opportunities to get outside, exercise and explore makes them a lot less likely to try escape on their own
they take walking the dog very seriously, like multiple times a day, every day.
How much is it around where you are?
There's another German thing with dogs: it's typical to walk your dog without a leash - something that would people make freak out where I live now. Maybe that means they are a bit more used to obeying verbal commands.
Regular walks are the absolute best thing you can do for your dog and yourself.
Across suburban humanity, there are countless millions of dogs who get to stare at the same walls every day, all day, and they are creatures designed for roaming and running down prey. For that matter, so are you.
Dogs get depressed and anxious, people get depressed and anxious. Walking helps with that.
We had a dog like that when we first get her. Once she realised that she gets to go on long walks everyday, she just wants to stick around us.
You get most of those things in a prison too. Doesnt make you enjoy being there.
I'm not sure I'd call what you get in prison "endless love", it's usually more of a friends with benefits situation...
Prisons are peak comfymaxxing
Well, except for the slavery
Slavery is cozy, don't have to figure out what to do or where to work, you are fooling the chumps owning you to do all the thinking while you do all the cozy manual labour
PragerU wants to know your location.
when I was a kid- pretty much a toddler- we had this dog named Mooky. Mooky was a beagle from the pound. (not a rescue, an actual pound.)
Mooky was a total fucker. He'd escape and go running across the neighborhood and the not-as-yet-developed lots behind our house.
Mooky also hated people. I was the only person that dog tolerated. (and I was like 4 or so.... so, like yeah. I wasn't gonna train him.)
Other shenanigans were destroying 3 sets of curtains, escaping at night to go play with the coyotes (and by 'play', Mooky liked to pick fights with them.) Another time, mom had bought a pound of expensive, hand crafted, chocolate truffles. Ultra-dark. Yeah. Mooky didn't die. that dog was indestructible. He did leave a giant diueretic shit behind the couch that was about the size and shape of one of a giant hersey's kiss. (About as big around as a dinner plate.)
How indestructable was that incredibly vexxing asshole, you ask? One day I was being babysat by a neighbor. I had gotten into the backyard and came across a rattler (southern CA. lots of undeveloped land.) That dog showed up got bit twice and still didn't die. He died at a nice, cantankerous age of probably twelve to fifteen.
Was Mooky a bad dog? just a misunderstood asshole. All I'm gonna say is you never saw him and BatDog in the same place.
Mooky is a great name though.
My childhood beagle was just sleep and eat anything in sight chocolate, onions, chicken carcass, drywall, anything that would physically fit in her mouth or not. Never tried escaping but figured out childlocks to the trash bin. lived well past what anyone expected (21F).
You had a beagle who was immune to chocolate, too? So did I, when I was a kid. Mine ate an entire gift box of Godiva chocolates, after snatching it right out from under the Christmas tree in the middle of the night. Insofar as I can tell they had no effect on the little bastard whatsoever.
We found the wrappers for each chocolate glued to the floor in the morning, because he's licked them nearly geometrically flat against the floorboards.
Maybe... just maybe... dogs are animals that crave open spaces and like to run in the open, and feel stressed and agonized when locked in small spaces
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