Back on track...

There are certain things in life you don't forget, they have even though you are not aware of it, become reflexes. Walking a dog is obviously one that is settled in my back bone, then I do not mean talking a dog in a lead. No te feeling for the placing of the dog. I can´t bear it when they step 1 inch infront of my leg, they are supposed to be on a free long leash just beside me, not 2 inches behind or two infront. I did not know that i actually makes me stressed up when they come an inch to far infront of me. It might be all the birds training and the knowledge that if they are infront of me I have no control what so ever and no possibility to stop them. It can be the year I spent with a S:t Bernhard knowing that he is way to strong for me to stop with a leash, I got to make it all with my voice... Any way it was quite interesting to discover this and interesting to se my whole apparence shift when becca found exactly where and what I tried to get her to do =)
Robyn