Willow is learning about the leash. She needs boundaries. Badly. She has no clue about property lines, roads, cars, or the cows and horses that live around us on the neighboring farms. Given that she’s a terrier, all of these things are curiosities to be examined, chased, or played with. She’s incapable of perceiving them as dangerous. Hence the 15 foot web leash attached to her harness. She pulls like a little freight train and goes in so many directions at once, it is a lot like capturing tiny balls of mercury after the thermometer has shattered. Her fascinations and desires extend so far beyond being with me, unlike my older, educated dogs.
Like shampoo instructions, “lather, rinse, repeat” and get out of the shower. You’d think being the center of the universe would have some appeal, but what lies beyond the end of the lead is as compelling to her as the allure of dead fish is to my lab. Sigh.