When you rescue a dog off the streets, it takes them a long time to feel part of a family. They keep trying to escape by making a run for it every time they find an opening, including the car window. Two of my worst runners now operate as little shepherd herders when a new one tries to run. I signal & they chase down & corner the runner for me. At some point, they all make a choice not to run, that they’re safe & have a place to belong. The last time one of my shepherds took off, she stopped in the street, looked ahead, looked back at me in pursuit, & then came waddling back. You can never get the rascal out of a dog so they still love to run once in a while so you know who’s boss but they can’t wait to get back. Morning kisses help keep them assured.