Yesterday we happened to be out for our walk at the same time as our neighbor and his dog, Franklin. Phylo and Franklin do great together and we all walked to the far end of the park then stopped to chat before heading in different directions. We were going on about the housing market, jobs, etc., when a lady and her two little yorkies approached from across the street. Phylo started his "but they're so little, how could they be dogs?, they must be squirrels!!" whine and when they got within 10 feet of us he started to pull - hard. Phylo is a strong dog, but I'm strong too - as my friend says, 'freakishly strong', and I always get him under control. But he had his feet in the grass and really dug in. I felt my body lean into Miranda's stroller and realized it was going to go over (!) so I let myself get pulled. Before I knew it I was yanked around the stroller, then off my feet with first my hip hitting the ground, then my head smacking the sidewalk (yep, ouch). You'll be happy to know I never let go of the leash... But my glasses were a few feet away, and Miranda was looking down at me from her stroller in surprise - 'what's my mommy doing on the ground?'. Sadly, (and this is part of what constitutes "on") Phylo looked at me like he didn't know what had happened and totally didn't get that he just put me on my ass in the middle of the park. Sigh...my neighbor then suggested it might be time to get a spiky collar for my dog, or some other measure of deterrence for such inappropriate actions.
I think it's time we do an obedience class together. Either that or someone get Cesar Millan on the line, please!
I did make it to the spinning class even though my bum was sore. It's actually more sore now, but that's just from the bike saddle :o)
If anyone has any tips to offer this challenged dog walker I'm all ears...
Now off to drink more coffee - our other issue of course is lack of sleep at night, but I won't burden you with more than one problem at a time!!
Have a lovely one,
ps - I just thought this was fun to include, if a little gross. One thing Phylo never slacks on is cleaning up our dishes, and for that we're grateful ;o)