We’re actually three. Me, to our waitress on Thanksgiving Oh, let me get you another set of silverware. Our waitress I pointed down to where our six-year-old rescue black Lab lay quietly at my husband’s feet on the outdoor deck, his Thanksgiving napkin bandana bunched into a make-shift pillow. Yes, we took our dog out…
So, listen to your dog’s body language, just like she listens to yours, and you’ll both get more enjoyment out of being each other’s best friends.
I was expecting my dog trainer to give me a list of new tricks. Instead, I learned a much bigger lesson.
It was touch and go for a couple of days, but, thanks to Alison‘s guidance, Kumba’s resilience, and Pancho’s excellent guest manners, the dogs figured out how to share us, our home, walks, and even ... (I am not suggesting this, but it was something that happened organically along the end of Week One) drinking out of each other’s water bowls.
A dog on a leash encountering another dog is like a person in handcuffs walking into a party.