
Happy Friday everyone.
OK, basset hounds are stubborn. An irony that has not escaped me as I can be stubborn myself. I have had my doggie for over a month now and on three separate occasions he has frustrated the dickens out of me by putting on the brakes. He stops, looks up at me with his sad eyes and refuses to move.
This morning was a test for me, I just know it. I took deep breaths, looked at the beautiful trees, laughed when he rolled in whatever he rolled in, but finally I had to drag him a bit on about three occasions. I don't like forcing anyone to do anything, but I refuse to walk in the opposite direction of my house when I'm heading home.
This time however it didn't make me mad. So, I'm improving. (And let's face it, I have dealt with a toddler.) You can't reason with a toddler or dog, but a dog doesn't throw a tantrum so...
How am I going to deal with this on a freezing cold -15 C day? I'll let you know.
All I do know is that I'm not violent at all. I would never hurt my doggie and I don't believe in hitting anyone. Never have, never will.
I am more likely to cry actually. A good cry is always good for the soul. Even if they are tears of frustration.
Have a great weekend everyone and see you on Monday.
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