In reply to sbc23:
> How do I stop my 7 month old collie chasing Lakeland sheep? (yes, I do keep her on a long flexi lead on open grazing land at the moment)
> Steve
Sorry for not replying sooner. I've been on days and a bit too tired to respond.
As for my Mr Ben, I had no hope of stopping him chasing stuff at 7 months. In fact it took till about age 5 at least before I could pursuade him not to bolt and right up until Ben died if he felt that I was not watching him he would always make a smash and grab. But before he would 'go for it' he would look back to see if I had clocked him. Little bugger.
But this is not answering your question.
At first when Ben was a pup around age 1, I was told by a farmer to put a front paw into his collar. This was supposed to slow him down. The first attempt was hilarious. As soon as I put his paw into the collar, Ben promptly did a face-plant into the grass. Then when we all stopped laughing Ben quickly readjusted his centre of gravity and was off like a shot. And yes, he did catch up to the sheep with ease. He was feking fast.
When Ben was about 5, we were all camping at Buttermere and I got to chatting with the farmer who owned the campsite. I asked him if he had a pen with some Rams in it. I had the plan of putting Ben in with some Rams and letting them teach him a painful lesson.
As it was the farmer did not have any Rams, thankfully, but he did have a pen of about 40 sheep which I could take Ben into. So I took him up on the offer of introducing Ben to some sheep who could not run away from him.
At first when I entered the pen, with one very excited collie who thought Christmas had come early, Ben just went crazy jumping and barking and trying to escape his lead. Once I released Ben, he ran straight at the sheep and disapeared under the world's largest woolie jumper. Eventually the sheep seperated and I was presented with a confused little pooch. He'd finally caught up with what he always wanted to but they did not want to play with him. It was like somebody told him that Father Christmas was not real. If any children are reading this, Father Christmas exists.
I spent probably about half an hour in the pen getting Ben accustomed to sheep. In time he would come back to me and would stay close beside me off the lead but there was always that glint in his eye. That one episode in the pen did not cure him over night but the experience made a huge impact on him and his behaviour around livestock. From then on he could be off a lead but I had to watch him like a hawk because he always had one eye on me and one on the sheep. My attention may wander but his never did, ever.
Truthfully, I was more concerned about a more serious quarry. Cats. I was more afraid of Ben running onto the road to chase a cat, or chase a cat and run onto the road where he could have been squished. I was more proud of the fact that Ben would stop his pursuit once his paws touched a curb stone.
He saw far more cats than sheep, but then not many cat owners carry shotguns.