On our walk in the forest this morning, Henry ran off ... he sighted a runner and decided to go visit, so attached to the leash and all he darted out of my hand and dragging his leash behind him ran off to join the runner, it was a mighty ridiculous sight seeing me chasing after him in the woods calling out: "Henry, Henry, come here!" He stopped when he got to the bridge crossing the pond and sat there waiting for me to catch up. I think it dawned on him not to run any farther if he wanted a warm home to go home to and a nice bowl of puppy chow with fresh water on the side instead of toughing it out lost in the woods!! He was very happy to be back with the end of his leash safely held in my hand ... this time much tighter ... taking me for the walk. It was scary losing him for those few moments though, even though he can be a handful of "puppy work" he's my puppy and I'd truly miss the bundle of energy if he did get himself lost.