When you love a reactive dog, you expend an enormous amount of effort "managing" situations. It becomes second nature. I don't even think twice about sitting in the car in the parking lot of doggy daycare waiting for everyone else to drop off ahead of us, then dashing out the moment the lot clears so I can get Lucas in without encountering a dog in the lobby. (Of course, once inside - and off
Here we go!
For weeks, I've felt like I have a giant rock of anxiety sitting in my stomach. Which is sorta funny because yesterday doggy daycare told me that Emmett pooped out rocks. Actual from-the-ground rocks. Which is not funny. At all. Sigh. Anyway, a smidge of backstory: It's all about health insurance. I'm a freelancer, so I've always been on hubby John's health insurance. In December 2011, I was
My shame: My dog bit someone
I am mortified to even be writing this. Seriously, I am cringing with shame and embarrassment, but if I can't talk to you guys about it... Here goes: Lucas bit someone. Or, at least, he tried to. He grazed the knee of her jeans but didn't get her. We were out for a Saturday afternoon walk around the park. Nothing out of the ordinary. There was a woman walking a pup a few blocks ahead
My agility AH-HA moment
Let's set the scene: It was Tuesday night around 8 pm. The warehouse where the agility classes are held was cold and dank. I was tired and grumpy, and I think that rubbed off on Cooper. We were in a bad spot already because the poor guy had the pants scared off of him when a tarp that separated the space fell. He lost his little head barking and had his hackles up. Then a dog ran right up to
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