like people, dogs are so different as individuals.
my little frank who i had from 1967 to 1979 never had a leash on her. I got her when she was 4 months old, about someone gave her to me on the street as i was passing by), and from the beginning, she just hung out with me, she could go far away but clearly was keeping an awareness of where i was all the time, and would walk along with me, or run along while i rode my bike, and would wait outside at the store. She never had a day of training! she just knew these things, they came naturally to her. When i first got her, she peed in the house, she was not house trained and i'm sure no one trained her before i got her in any other way. she was just a puppy, but so smart in certain ways, and very people focused. She loved other dogs too. But no one could ever steal her from me. When she waited outside the store for me, if anyone would try to take her, she would bite and run away, and im sure she would come into the store looking for me. she was very friendly and gentle, and bonded with my friends, but when she would wait for me in the car, i'd leave the windows down and a couple of times, people she knew tried to reach in and pet her and she bit them. she was such a gift to me, the way she fit with my life at the time, and i with hers. it was a great match. we hitch hiked together, rode on the back of motorcycles together, slept at various places on the floor together.
she just never needed to be taught or trained any of this, recall was never an issue. she recalled her self. she would no more run in front of a car while chasing a cat than you or I would run in front of a car while chasing somethnig important to us--we would watch the car, wait for it to go by, go around it, and so would frank. it was a no brainer to her.
i never gave her rewards or treats for behavior. i just treated her like a buddy, talked to her, gave her what she needed.
my dog zack, he is like a normal dog. even if he is trained, and it will take a lot of ongoing training. like my other dogs before frank, he needs a leash.
once when i first had him and was running back and forth between work and vet appointments for his unknown illlness, i was pretty frazzled, and one day i rushed home from work, put him in the crate to take him to the vet, it was a double door carrier and i put him in through the top, and i picked it up with all my other stuff, backpack and other stuff i was carrying, and went down the stairs, and opened the door to the outside where the car was, and tilted the carrier down toward the front because his weight made it tilt, and unknown to me, the front door was not latched and he went sliding out. He immediately ran down the driveway to the street, i remember how joyful he looked, "oh boy!" I was shouting his name, he looked over his shoulder and kept going, right straight out in to the street. There was a car coming but fortunately driving slow, and they stopped as he ran right in front of them, me chasing behind--while the people in the car sat and watched, smiling, zack made a right turn and started running right down the middle of the street with me galloping behind calling his name, trying to sound friendly and appealing. finally, i got the bright idea to sit down on the ground and call him, he had already veered over onto the side walk. I sat down on the concrete and called him merrily, in a happy high pitched voice, "Here Zackeeee!!"
and he came to me and i was so relieved, holding him in my lap and hugging him. but also, feeling freaked out inside by the overload of problems at that particular time, late for the vet appointment and geting back to work, and zack running in front of a car because the carrier door was open. :yikes
ah, memories..... he is the perfect dog for my life, and i hope he feels the same. Honestly, sometimes i don't feel worthy of him, his sweetness is so overwhelming. my appreciation of him surprises me, i thought when i got a dog i would enjoy it, but i had no idea how much.