German Shepherd confused when his human hides. Adorable video:
"A Confused German Shepherd Retraces His Steps When His Human Disappears From Behind Him"
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They enjoy the game all the same. 
This dog here
would walk next to me without a leash in a crowd of thousands. I got him to the point where the commands "Come, sit, stay" were independent and would work at the extent of my voice range to him. If he could see me but be too far away to hear me, they would work via hand and/or arm gestures. I could get him to sit and stay, walk 250 yards or more away (I've done it, many times) and with a wave of my arm from above my head to my side, he would come running, round my back and sit.
It's all in the training. Your dog wants to please you more than anything. It will only run if it thinks it can get away with it.
Now here's the story of the dog.
We adopted her as a young puppy from our local shelter. She was the last of the litter. She and her siblings were found abandoned in a parking lot, no mother with them.
She was completely untrained, and we don't know how long she was separated from the mother, but there were no signs of maternal modification in her behavior.
She went to puppy classes. She has had three dog trainers. None of them have been able to break her desire to run. The first one moved out of the area, the second one told us, after quite a bit of money, that there was "nothing she could do" and "some dogs just run". We've had our current trainer & dogwalker for almost two years. She is wonderful and knowledgeable, and still has to hold onto her collar when getting her out of the car, ect, or she will book. And she is fast.
She is perfectly trained in all other areas, as are our other dogs. They can be off leash and come immediately when called. I've got a lifetime of experience with dogs and have never owned one with such strong running tendencies.
Maybe you would have the magic formula. 
“BB” for short.
The most gregarious dog I’ve ever known. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body and just simply loved everyone he met.
He also had a particular fondness for children.
Every pet owner has humorous stories they can relate and one of my favorites about Mr. BB involved my neighbors when I lived in Dearborn Michigan. I had taught BB to play dead by pointing my finger at him and saying “bang, dead dog” and he would flop over on his side and wait for the release. Not a particularly unique trick by any means. My neighbor in Dearborn was a retired ford worker who had grandchildren that often visited and they got to know Mr. BB very well. I had a fenced backyard so BB could stay outside unsupervised for extended periods. One day I was sitting inside, all the windows were open and I hear this “Bang, BB, bang!” Then some giggling, a couple seconds pass and then the same thing. “Bang, BB! Bang!”
This went on for three or four cycles until I had to get up and see what was going on. I looked out the back door and there is my dog next to the fence with the neighbor children shooting him with their toy popguns ! BB would dutifully fall over, lay there for a couple seconds, then get up and wag his little stump of a tail waiting for the process to repeat! The neighbor kids were shooting my dog and he was dying for them! He had a wonderful sense of humor if that can be attributed .
He was Named in honor of this dog, Ch. Mr. Beau Tye who was receiving the award that made him a “Champion “ in this picture. That’s me when I was younger and good looking!
Seriously, what a smart clown for playing with the kids like that. That story made me tear up. Thanks for sharing.
RIP, sweet dog.
on the heart. 
Nice rainy day activity, the boys loved the game, the dog always "won" it.
fast forward xxx number of years, our retriever has been "finding" the cats, which is a bit more of a challenge. 
the music helped make it more enjoyable.
It reminded me of the time when I took our last dog, a female German shepherd now departed due to old age, on a walk to a great trail system full of trees, bushes and a lake about 20 minutes from our house. Getting to and from there was a pain due to walking roadside on the shoulder of a busy street, but it was a haven when we arrived. Off-leash for the dog. Our dog, Bella, loved it.
Anyway, on this one occasion I ducked behind some bushes when she got quite a ways ahead of me. I squatted there waiting. Had a grin on my face knowing she would be searching in earnest for me. And I waited. And I waited. After a few minutes, I stood up and looked around. No dog! I started shouting her name. No dog! So I started searching for her. After about 30 minutes, I decided to head home to inform my wife and enlist her services in trying to help find our girl.
Just as I get home, my wife was coming out the door, heading for our car.
"Oh my God, there you are! Are you okay? Is everything okay?"
I sheepishly admitted that the dog was lost.
"No she's not. She's in the house," my wife replied. "I had just got out of the shower when I heard scratching at the door and I looked out and there's Bella but no you. I was worried that something terrible had happened to you."
So the dog made her way all the way home without me, which was quite a feat. And it was a lesson to me to be careful when playing hide-and-seek with that dog!
