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I can’t stand people who don’t treat their dogs right. I mean, who can, really? Unless you’re one of them.

“Them” includes people who leave their dogs tied up outside all day like a lawn ornament. And people who scream at their dog for every apparent wrong doing.

And especially people who drag their poor dog around on its leash.

The latter is a disturbingly common occurrence. I see it all the time; people who don’t have the patience or kindness to get their dog to move any other way besides yanking them by the collar around their neck.

Don’t get me wrong – I know there are times when you really don’t have any choice but to give the leash a little pull. Sometimes you just need to get your dog to move along from that blade of grass they’ve been sniffing for the last three minutes. Or, you know, keep them from chasing a squirrel into oncoming traffic.

But to drag your dog by the neck because you’re too lazy to train them is just wrong. And you usually find that the person is giving their dog about 3% of their total attention – because they’re too busy (talking or texting or taking an artistic picture of a fallen leaf on the ground) to pay attention to the living creature at the end of that rope.

The other day, I was walking Michga and we saw another woman with her dog coming at us from the opposite direction. I should make it clear that this was a small dog, barely bigger than Michga and posing absolutely no threat to her. It was a fluffy little thing; looked like a Maltese with a puppy cut.

When this other little dog saw Michga, it tried to bound forward as fast as it could, tail wagging. You could practically see the inner dialogue of “friend, friend, friend, friend” running through its mind.

This other woman, who was talking on her cell phone, suddenly yanked the leash back and stopped the dog so violently that it nearly fell backwards. I stopped walking, preparing to go back the other way lest I get this poor dog any more excited. But it kept trying to get forward. The lady continued to yank on the leash, the next time actually succeeding in tumbling her dog backwards.

I just wanted to scream at this woman.

What the hell, lady? Are you consciously abusing your dog?

Did you try to verbally call you dog back? No. Did you simply hold the leash still so your dog couldn’t advance further? No. Did you try picking your dog up? Walking the other way? Even just telling your dog ‘stop’? Nope. You just stood in the same spot, talking on you cell phone and ripping you dog back, either not caring or not considering that that’s a living thing you’re tearing around by the neck.

I’m not saying she shouldn’t have stopped her dog from running forward, but there are less harmful ways. If she must stop the leash, okay, but to yank it back so violently that her dog topples over – twice – is just cruel.

I just – I do not understand how someone could think this is an acceptable way to walk their dog. They act like it’s a doll or a puppet or a pet rock. I guess they either don’t think it can feel pain or they just plain don’t care.

michga is exasperated with this lady

michga is exasperated with this lady



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A Walk A Day

Michga is a finicky little dog when it comes to her exercise. She’ll play fetch until your arm is exhausted, but sometimes she refuses to take more than three steps outside for a walk.

This is how it goes.

“Michga, do you want to go outside?”

She jumps up, dropping whatever she was doing (probably napping, knowing her), and wags her tail like she’s preparing for takeoff. She runs right over to the door and looks up at me, wondering what could be taking me so long.

let's goooooooo

let’s goooooooo

Then, we get outside and she usually goes about her business pretty quickly. Sometimes she has to sniff every single individual piece of grass before deciding which is most worthy of her scent, but she’ll go eventually.

But when I try to walk her further than literally right outside the apartment, she stops and refuses to move.

She’ll stand there and refuse to budge, and I don’t like to pull on her leash to make her move. So, I do one of three things: I relent, allowing her to lead me back inside; I lie and tell her I see a squirrel to get her excited, which works about 60% of the time; or I physically pick her up and carry her over to the sidewalk so we can go for a real walk.

Once we make it to the sidewalk, she seems to accept her fate and she’ll move along.

*sniffs* fascinating

except when she feels the need to sniff the same spot for 5 minutes

This lasts usually for a little while, until she gets bored and refuses to move forward again. She only moves if we walk back in the direction of my apartment.

And yet she’s always so excited to go outside. I can’t decide if she forgets that she doesn’t like to walk, or she forgets that she’s lazy.


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