What a difference

four days make. When I left to go back east, Kinley was sweet at home and a terror outside of the house. Not a terror, I suppose, but a stubborn puppy who'd rather play than listen. (Who can blame him, but I digress).

At obedience class they were teaching walking on a loose leash and "come" when there are other people around... neither of which he was getting. But my lovely husband persisted with the training and when he called on Sunday night to tell me they had a "breakthrough" involving loose leash, I expected it to be a one-time thing.

I didn't expect the heavenly walk that we had yesterday. Loose lease all the way to the park. All the way back. He even came to me and 'checked in' a couple times at the dog park. That hasn't happened before. I tried to hide my surprise and excitement, instead praising him for his good work.

Wow. I'd say the days of my puppy dread may be dimming -- which they are in the case of walking in public -- however, the looonnnng loose stool that required two full bags to pick up while I was gagging reminded me that having a puppy's not all roses.

And roses stink, by the way.