I couldn't even bring myself to post about this last night.
We have worked, long and hard, on Ben's "wait" command. He doesn't get the door opened for him unless he sits, he doesn't get to go through the door until released. For the past several months this has probably been the most well performed, reliable behaviour that Ben has.
Last night Ben had a case of the puppy stupids.
My SO was just leaving the house to go to the store. Usually he can leave and Ben doesn't even look up from whatever he's doing. I wish, REALLY wish, I hadn't JUST taken his collar off - he doesn't wear it in the house. My SO opened the door to leave and Ben leapt up from where he was lying down and BOLTED out the front door. Like a lot of British houses, mine doesn't even have a front yard - it's about 6 feet from my front door into the road. And he was collarless, so catching him was not as easy as it could have been. He ran clear across the road and I couldn't call him back because a car was coming. My SO managed to catch him and brought him back inside.
I'm not proud of this, but I was so panicked and anguished that I physically picked Ben up and dumped him in his crate. I know I shouldn't use it as punishment or put him in there when I am angry, but I think *I* needed a time-out to regroup and assess clearly why he'd done that. I *was* angry, although more at myself than at him. Obviously door training is something that needs a refresher course at our house.
I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed that he behaved that way, and of my response. It's the first time he's ever done something like that and I didn't know how to react.
I just needed to get that off my chest.
Kate