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Walking on Streets with Dogs

It seems that our walking dilemma has resolved itself, thanks to a little doggie bridle that I found at Petsmart. The same day I bought it, Rochelle suggested it saying that it worked well for her dog.

DogSpot did not love it at first and tried using her very gangly legs to pry it off her nose. After a treat or two though, she forgot she had it on. She's like me that way. With the treats. Anyway, she pitched no fits and lunged after zero dogs, compliments of the strap going over her nose, giving me full left and right turning control of her head.

Don't worry, any activist friends out there. It's not a muzzle and her full treat-eating capacity was spared. And it has the word gentle in the name, so who can complain about a product named "gentle" anything?
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Rochelle said…
My dog, Luca, pitches fits when I put hers on too, but it allows me to take her for long walks & she LOVES that & all without my arm aching for days afterwards!
10/22/2007 7:12 PM
laurie said…
Do they have those for 2 year olds? Just kidding.
10/22/2007 10:36 PM
Mary Ellen said…
Do they have them for four year olds? I'm NOT kidding!

Well OK - I am kidding...but it's a thought! "-)

I'm glad you found something that worked for both of you.
10/23/2007 12:47 PM
Unknown said…
So glad you discovered the gentle perfect gadget for DogSpot's walks! I know both you and DogSpot are going to enjoy walks so much more.
10/23/2007 1:24 PM
Anonymous said…
I have to admit, she did very well on her walk. She is also a very good fitness instructor, I think our pace was the fastest yet!

~Sue
10/23/2007 9:43 PM
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