And I've been thinking about stubbornness quite a bit this week, as Wonder Mike becomes more comfortable in his new shangrala and begins to display his tiny but mighty personality. Which includes an abhorrence of walks. Twice a day, he and I each dig our heels in on opposite ends of the leash and take 45 minutes to go half a mile. He likes to sit and look around. I like to walk fast. I realized after a week of this that he probably doesn't know how wonderful walks really are (who knows if he was ever even on a leash before) and so I've begun wearing away his reluctance with pockets full of treats, the most interesting destinations and a willingness to stop and greet every single passerby and yes, even sit beside him on the sidewalk now and again. Just this morning, he sat by the garage door where his leash hangs, waiting to go. I wonder if he knows deep renewal and a doggy pedicure are coming his way?
Jen Jovan and her imaJENation