Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Luc on Therapy Dog Training
This is called a gentle leader. A leash attaches to the little ring hanging down, and where my nose goes, I go. This torture item restricts my over exhuberance greatly. And, believe me, I know when it is on. It took less than 30 seconds to decide I hated it. No more rushing over to greet another dog or person. Sometimes when Mom is not watching, I use my dew claws to get it off. Then I can go about my natural instincts to tear off, pulling Mom, to investigate any new smell, greet a canine friend or a new person, or old. I'm not particular. I love everyone. Last Saturday, however, something strange happened; a squirt of water came out of nowhere.
I noticed this green bottle in the possession of Tuxon's mom. I'm beginning to think she gave it to my mom because Mom was walking a little straighter, like empowered, and with more confidence at the training park as well as at Tractor Supply. We stopped at Tractor's Supply for something on the way home Saturday from training; and as we were leaving, I spotted two of the most interesting black dogs. Just as I started pulling towards them to introduce myself a small stream of water from out of nowhere hit my nose. Naturally, I jumped back and proceeded to ignore the black dogs as we were leaving the store. I mean, how would you feel if some water hit you in the face when you wanted to make new friends? I'm going to sniff around the new pack that holds my stuff to see if I can find a green spray bottle. If found, I'll chew a few holes in it.