Now, I figure walking on a six-foot leash is really no treat unless you’re an old slow dog. And even though the new chest harness enabled Spencer to pull comfortably, he soon learned he didn’t like walking on his hind feet, so we were able to proceed at a fairly comfortable pace with him glued to the earth on all fours. But, hey! we were WALKING! Speed walking, but walking.
We’d seen other dogs on retractable leashes race ahead of their owners, and race back, RUNNING! Lots more exercise, that! Mister and Missus obliged their boy and soon Spencer too was happily running about at the end of a retractable, more or less under control, having quickly learned exactly how far “out” the leash would permit him to go. But this presented another problem: how to get him back to me and safely close by when other dogs, people or cars were about? Plus he still had the bad rep for leg-shredding to try to correct.
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