Her feet pumping and knees high I can't help but laugh at the futility of the situation.
Previous Soule dogs have been raised with much love and little training...very little training. They were leashless and lawless and got into trouble and tight spots and spent time getting stitches at the vet, having porcupine quills pulled out of their tongues and acting like the dogs they were. I once spent several hours near Loveland Pass, Colorado trying to get Mow off a ledge on to which he'd chased a big horn sheep (the sheep was long gone by the time I got up there). When they were puppies, the training amounted to shrugging your shoulders and running them until they dropped, quite literally. The theory being that an exhausted dog has no desire to bite your niece and nephew, jump up on the elderly woman next door or chew your running shoes to bits and pieces . That was the program. Now? Now, there are children. Many children.
So, Adelaide rounds the corner, feet pumping and elbows swinging. Nellie, with a firm bite into the sweet bubble dress (you remember it?) and all four paws sliding effortlessly across the wood floor as Ada pulls her in a screaming, laughing, hysterical circle around the house. The boys snap their heads around to look at me, eyes wide, as if to say, "we know this is probably not in the training regimen but, can we laugh right now? 'cause...this is pretty damn funny". I drop my head, defeated in discipline but inflated by the spirit of a girl and her dog, and we all laugh. She doesn't need won't take any advice on raising a puppy. Or a cat. She has her own style which involves lots of headlocks, upside down holds and spending time under the blankets. They love her for the attention but I shudder to think of what it will be like when Nellie looks less like a Beagle and more like a Great Dane. Will I be the one running through the house screaming while she bites me by the seat of the pants? Perhaps.
But, as with our previous dogs, love will prevail. They'll end up teaching us more than we could ever teach them. The pain of all the tough late night tromps around the house and the incessant chewing of furniture and fingers will somehow evaporate and we'll be left with only the sweetest of memories. This pup will probably be snuggled under the blankets with these kids when they are teenagers. So, she's not really in training, she's just family.