On our way to class this morning, Perky Girl and I were walking from the parking garage when we saw a girl who was practically in her workout skivvies -- athletic shorts and sports bra -- walking her dog. Well, I should say her dog was walking her because he was about 2 feet ahead just pulling her arm off. A stranger crossed the dog's path and s/he was pretty determined to sniff because he pulled his owner with such fervor that all she could do was maintain a white-knuckle grip on the leash and passively groan, "Noooooo..."
We couldn't help but laugh.
How could we not? We both know that isn't how one controls a dog. You must be the master, little grasshopper, and if you let him pull without disciplinary action the first time, it definitely won't be the last.
Needless to say, if she had spent more time paying attention to the needs of her dog - being disciplined appropriately and walked often so as not to take advantage of such outings - perhaps she would have been able to enjoy the sweet summer breeze this morning and not have to worry about being dragged down Rio Grande.