day 161 - my (sometimes) obedient co-pilot

There are people out there who have golden retrievers who listen. They come when they are called and they are walked without a leash.

My dog isn't one of them.

Eight years old and I still chase her down the street several times a month, leash in hand, to bring her home when she bolts out the door. It's a work in progress.

Tonight Scarlett and I went for a drive and she ran from the house straight to the van without a one km detour or stopping to visit a neighbour. Baby steps.



This is the look of a happy dog who just scarfed two timbits in the Tim Hortons drive through and got to hang her head out the window the whole way home.