I was standing outside with Spence when he started to chew on his porch dog bed. "Hey! NO!" Spence stops chewing and looks up at me. I go and get a bone for him to chew on to show him what he IS allowed to chew. I wonder how long that dog bed is going to last? Its days just might be numbered. All puppies have an urge to chew. It is an urge you cannot stop. What you do need to do is direct them to things they are allowed to chew and teach them not to chew everything else.
We head out for our morning pack walk. When I first walked off the porch Bruno and Spence were both following. I realized I forgot something and walked back to the house. When I left again I had not looked back, I could hear a dog behind me and knew it was Bruno. Bruno suddenly stopped and walked back toward the house several feet and I realized he was looking for Spencer. The pup was back at the porch preoccupied with something else and had not realized we were off again. I called, "puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy." Spence looked up and saw us. He took off, running to us and we were off to pick up the Great Pyrenees from the back field. I leashed them all up, made them wait at the gate for a second and off we went. Good boy, Bruno, for looking after your little brother.
Oftentimes Bruno is told he may go off and hunt during our walks. We heel in the beginning, I send him off in the middle to look for rabbits, groundhogs, fox, deer or whatever he can find, and he heels at the end coming back. Today at the spot he knows he is allowed to hunt he started to look for critters. I called "Bruno, Back!" and he fell back in line with the rest of us. "Back" is the command I use when he is off leash and I want him to heel. No hunting today Bruno, we are teaching Spence how the pack walks—beside or behind me.
We walked through the trails in the woods. The two Great Pyrenees were heeling on leashes and Bruno and Spencer were heeling without leashes. At one point during the walk Spencer ventured two feet off of the trail and into the wooded part of the woods. He was still next to us, just not on the trail. "Spence, what are you doing over there?" There was a thick brush between Spence and the rest of the pack. I called the pup and he tried to come straight over to us, but we all soon realized there was a rut with a tiny stream going through it just deep enough that Spence could not cut over. Spence had gone down into the rut, but could not make it up the other side. Spence whined to his pack. The other dogs in the pack had stopped and watched him very intensely as if they knew this pup was not where he was supposed to be. "Kid, you gotta stay on the trail." We all walked back to where Spence got himself off the trail and the pup was smart enough to back track. Silly puppy has a lot to learn!