Defeat and Victory

I took the dog to the greenway and, since we weren’t going to see any cars on the greenway, I didn’t bother to bring the nose lead. It was a disaster. Not the worst disaster, which would have been him getting loose or pulling me over, but among the worst walks I’ve ever had with a dog.

I came home so angry with myself. He didn’t even bother to ask for a treat. He knew it had been a clusterfuck.

But we’re not going to get to walk for two days and I didn’t want that stuck in our heads for that long.

So, we came home, had lunch, and then went back to the greenway with the nose lead and fucking did it again. It went much, much better.

The only part is that a little aggravating is that he won’t poop with it on.

But I don’t even care at this point. I am just glad to have not had a walk that ended with me crying. And now he’s kindly pretending like I wore him out.

I think I have all my last rounds of corrections to Ben & Sue done. I want to go through it one more time, but I feel better about it than I have in ages. I’m sorry things around here have been so boring. I’m going through some really stressful shit that must remain off-blog–I’m hopeful that things will work out, but today was kind of a metaphor. I feel like these events are like the dog–yanking me around and ignoring my desires–and I need to figure out what simple tool might allow me to be the one guiding these events. Until then, though, I’m a little stressed.

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He doesn't mind if you play with his loose neck skin, like by tucking your hand in it to keep warm.

He doesn’t mind if you play with his loose neck skin, like by tucking your hand in it to keep warm.