A hard part of love

If you are anywhere near my facebook page, my desk, or cell phone, you know I love our dogs. Their pictures are every where. They're surrounded by toys and treats. Oscar and Dixie have a wardrobe that some people would envy. I watch their weight, what goes into their mouths, their sleep habits and monitor their activities(they are not supposed to jump long distances or chase horses). My point is we really care about these dogs. Unfortunately, Dixie has started chasing trucks. Not cars but just trucks. Living where we do, there are a lot of trucks. Keeping her inside 24/7 isn't an option. I hate seeing dogs constantly chained. Every morning, she and Oscar go out with me to feed horses and chickens and gather eggs. I can't have her leashed and carry eggs. She loves being outside, and I love having her outside with me.
So a huge part of disciple is love.

So I'm researching training collars.

and I have to find one that will fit a dog that weighs less than eleven pounds.

It's not that I want to put a training collar on her, I'm afraid of what will happen if I don't.  The invisible fences aren't an option unless I can rent a backhoe to dig and the yard where's she's allowed to run is huge.
This is so much harder than spanking a bum.