Walking Nicely on a
Leash
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Zoey Dog
People think dogs can’t hear what they
are saying, but I know the gossip going around the
neighborhood is that I pull terribly on the leash when
out on a walk…..well, I used to pull terribly on the
leash, I mean! You see, my owner is a very
petite woman. She’s nice and all, just small,
and I, on the other hand, Im a big energetic girl.
I couldn’t help it! I
really didn’t realize that I was pulling and dragging her
down the street. I was just so excited to see all
the people and dogs in the neighborhood, and the kids
love to give me treats and hugs. One day when out on a walk, I
noticed this kitty cat ahead of us, and the cat and I made
eye contact and off she ran, and I ran in hot
pursuit. This
was the day I realized I really did pull on the leash too
much because I heard my owner yell out, “Zoey!!! Slow
down!” Of course, this was right before she tripped and
fell and dropped my leash.
We didn’t go
on walks for a while after this incident, and I missed
seeing all my friends and spending time with my
owner. Then one
day she had a surprise for me. This new stranger came to
the house smelling like a lot of different
dogs. They
talked with each other and said my name once in a
while. What
mattered is that I saw this man take out a handful of
meaty, smelly morsels, and I was overcome with
hunger. Give
a Lab like me treats, and we’re putty in your
hand. Then,
this man put my leash on, and I realized we were going to
go for a walk, and I was so excited…..except for the walk
with this man wasn’t like with my owner.
We got onto
the sidewalk, and I tried to pull and strain against my
collar, but I wasn’t moving anywhere! I couldn’t figure out
what was wrong with my legs, and I looked down and saw they
were still there and just fine. I yanked left and right
and again forward, but I wasn’t moving! I barked out a high
pitch squeal and nothing. Finally, out of
frustration, I stopped moving and stood still and suddenly
the man yelled out, “Good girl, Zoey, “ and he popped me one
of those meaty treats. I wasn’t sure what it was
for, but I wasn’t going to argue about it
either. Then
he started to move forward. “Yeah!” he was walking,
and I thumped my tail in excitement and began to take
off; yet, I quickly came to a dead halt again.
Not again! I
barked two loud wuffs this time and still
nothing. I
sat down, again frustrated, and he yelled out, “Good
girl, Zoey,” and he popped me another treat. This man was strange;
he kept giving me treats when I didn’t move, and this
time when we started walking again, I moved a little bit
slower since I didn’t know what he was up to. This time, he didn’t
stop; we walked from my house to the neighbor’s house
without stopping. He would tell me what I
good girl I was once in a while and give me more
treats. I
liked this man! Then I saw our neighbor, and I liked her
too, so I tried to run and greet her. Instead, he stopped
moving, and then turned and walked in the opposite
direction. I
wasn’t going the right way! He turned us around again and
back towards the neighbor. When I pulled a little
too much again, he turned and walked away from the
neighbor again!
This was
when I had my light bulb-moment, I think that’s what you
people call it.
I realized that every time I pulled on the leash, I lost
what I wanted: walking ahead or seeing
people. BUT,
when I walked nicely, I got what I wanted: nice talking
to, good treats, and most importantly, to visit the
people I wanted to.
Sometimes it
is hard to remember exactly what I am supposed to do, and I
make mistakes. As long as my owner remembers to remind me
the same way the man did, I remember the right way to walk
quickly. Plus, I love those new treats she bought. I also
learned that the better I walked, the more often my owner
walked me. So a piece of advice from dog to person, spend
some time telling us exactly how you want us to walk. We
weren’t born knowing how, but we sure can learn.

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