Victor copped an attitude a couple weeks ago when yet another cocky Pom started running around. Normally when we walk, it is as if we are one, it is as fluid as water, it is my pride in both of us, because we go as a team. Yet, after he saw this little pom strutting (and he does or did strut too) all of a sudden we have obstinate pulling. Something he hasn't done since he was 5 months old. It didn't last but a couple days. I told him this pom was probably owned by the last cocky pom owner. THat little pom laid down under a car and died one day. He ate garbage, he drank from puddles and it could have been any of those reasons. He could have been hit . You couldn't catch the first one, and I have heard it through the grapevine that this one bites if you try. IT is also matted. I don't know who the owner is, and I havent' seen him for a week. So I don't know if Victor understood or not, he understands way more than most of the dogs I have ever had, so maybe. But it still took a couple days to sink in. HE better be grateful for that leash. He has no idea the danger out there for those that have not.
My son is about as bad about price tags. I am so far past caring about little itty bitty things it isn't funny.