At the recent weight pull Angela kindly loaned me a harness "for as long as you need it", so I could give Gimme weight pull training. She's also been a veritable fount of information about how to go about training. On Thursday I collected a bunch of heavy junk from my parents' place, to use in drag training.
Friday was our first try at it. After tracking and then going to Nadine's to see the puppies, we went outside and did a bit of dragging. Gimme got very vocal when she saw me moving the harness. I discovered there is a ring on the top of the harness, so now I can tell the top from the bottom. Great, now I need never put the harness on her upside down in public again. We dragged a bunch of chain down Nadine's driveway and across the yard and back. Gimme would drag a little bit and stop, drag a little more and stop. I just figured she didn't know what we were doing, so I didn't think much of it.
On Saturday after our tracking at Medline, I again got out the chains and harness for a quick drag. We went up and down a tiny hill and here and there in the parking lot. Again, Gimme would drag a little bit and stop, drag a little more and stop. When she stopped, she looked at me expectantly. Then I realized what was going on. In weight pull they only have to pull the cart 16 feet. Gimme was going about 20 feet and then stopping. I think she must've read the rules when I wasn't looking and believes she should get paid after every 20 feet of pulling.
Funny thing - when I wanted to head back to the car, we turned around a small landscape island. As the chains ran against the curb, it created more friction and Gimme just stopped, looking at me as if to say, "hey, it's broke." I told her she better hurry up because there's peanut butter in the car (about 40 feet away). She dropped her head and leaned into the harness and pulled that chain fast, all the way to the car.
This one is such a character, just sayin...