|Taking a break at Huffman Park|
Jedi did much better today. There was some pulling, but none of the assitude we've had lately. Kids rode by on bikes and joggers ran past us with no reaction whatsoever. And Jedi barely even noticed the guys loudly playing basketball 10 feet from the path. Now we need to work on Roxy's pulling. sigh
|Imagine this with two GSDs|
So I want to close this post with a poem I found on Facebook. If the dogs had thumbs and a Facebook page, I'm sure they would have shared this with Hubby. -- K
To My Dad (a poem from the dog)
You feed me when I'm hungry,
You keep water in my dish,
You let me sleep on anything
Or in any place I wish.
You sometimes let me lick your hands,
Or even lick your face,
Despite the fact I've licked myself
In every private place.
You taught me how to come when called,
You taught me how to sit,
You always let me go outside
So I can take a shit.
You'll always have my loyalty,
Until the bitter end,
'Cause after all, it's plain to see,
You are a dog's best friend.
Happy Father's Day