The other night we had a sudden "creamy sky" effect that I wanted to get a picture of, but needed to walk out about 200 yards to get the shot I thought I wanted. Now, I live in the middle of the high plains, surrounded by miles and miles of cow country, but within a ranchstead fenced area of about ten acres. It's fenced in four-strand bobwire and of course the dogs could come and go with such a fence pretty much at will. But they don't. I've taught them that they stay inside the fence and don't go out of it. (Works most of the time!)
As I walked over the auto-gate I told them to "Wait!" which is a command they are both familiar with. They weren't too happy with that. I was gone about ten minutes and when I came back there they were! Wonder of wonders. They watched me the whole time (I was never out of sight) and maintained good order the whole time. I was proud of 'em. Especially since if I had given a hand-signal or yelled "Come!" Emma would have been over the auto-gate in a flash.
It takes a long time for dogs and men to get used to each other and to learn what each wants and expects. But once that happens— well, it's pretty nice.