What a conundrum. My dog Stella is petrified by street noise and other pedestrians walking in her path. The sidewalks are really narrow here and the homeless tend to stretch their legs and render half of it out of order. And keeping with her high anxiety, she’s a major puller. Call me bobsled.
It’s a struggle I tell ya. When she’s in full pull mode, she looks like a jaguar darting a buck ninety just one inch above the ground. Oh she’s taken me down a couple of times. One time someone grabbed the leash as I kissed the pavement. The other time, I just let go of it and she darted through city traffic toward the doorman. (Nobody helped me up.)
She’s also getting particular about her spot for number one and her spot for number two and how said spots are approached and at what speed. The slightest deviation from her routine spells disaster. It’s torture pour moi from leashing to unleashing. I don’t need this. It may be time for a dog walker. But the problem is, I already do next to nothing during the day. I dunno if relinquishing another responsibility is gonna look kosher. I’ve got the cleaning lady and my groceries are delivered so no need to mull around aisle ten. Plus I’m savvy with take-out delivery.
But I have to have something to say when someone asks that dreaded question:
How was your day?
So attention all dog owners. Appreciate your well trained best friend. And spread the love.
If you had ten minutes with my nut job you’d see what I’m talking about.
PS: Once unleashed she’s demanding as hell for her two smelly beef jerky-ish treats. Gross.