Doggone Stupid Dog...
I swear, some dogs have the worst case of ADD...
I took the Muttski out with me when I went to feed the horses. The Kidling and I finished rebuilding his dog-house a couple weekends ago, so lately we've been leaving him outside (and chained) when we go out for extended periods, rather than leaving him locked in the house. We also tie him there while we're doing morning chores, so that he can see and hear us but he can't take off chasing things. As a rule, he doesn't run off in the evenings so I left him loose while I did the evening feeding.
And he behaved perfectly, and I was impressed...
He followed me into the garage/barn, but otherwise he stayed right by his dog-house; Just sitting there as well-mannered as you please, watching me with his tail wagging and being very much a Good Boy. I went back into the garage to make sure everything was closed up properly, and when I turned around he was sitting in the doorway, looking outside with his tail wagging. He was sitting perfectly still, not making any sounds, nor looking tense at all; Just sitting happily and wagging his tail, but I could see that something had his attention.
In the yard, not more than 100' away, two deer were nibbling on the grass. Normally such a sight would have sent him into a frenzy trying to chase them, or at least bark or growl at them. Not this time. This time he just sat there, as calm and polite as a dog could be. I knelt down beside him, and petted him and told him he was a Good Boy, and we just paused there and watched the deer for a couple of minutes. It was all Very Nice, and I had planned to give him a nice treat when we got inside for being so good.
But then...
When I asked him to "Let's Go" back to the house, whatever calm reverie he was in suddenly vanished and he was off like a shot chasing the deer! He totally ignored my commands to come back, and chased the deer off into the woods. Of course, he did come back a minute or two later, slinking in on his belly with his tail between his legs. He wouldn't come to me, knowing full well that he was in deep trouble. Instead, he tried to slither past and made a bee-line for his dog-house, where he rolled on his back and looked pathetic. I snapped the lead back on him, told him he was a Bad Dog, and left him out there. He's going to stay out there for the night, and we'll see if he doesn't learn a little more from the experience. He's already had his supper, and he's got a thick coat (being part Husky) and his dog-house, so he'll be fine for the night. He won't be happy, but that's the whole idea.
Doggone dog...