I am the alpha!

So last night, I put on biking clothes and get ready to get some exercise. But then the phone rang. It was my friends who live down the street. I had called earlier about bringing our new pup over to meet their Jack Russell terrier, Trixie. So, I decided instead of biking, we'd walk. Well, little Miss Poo Poo decided otherwise...she thinks she is too good for a leash. I put it on her and she sat there like a stubborn little mule refusing to budge. She even gave me a couple of dirty looks (I swear this!) I carried her for a bit, thinking she'd understand we were going somewhere. Put her down and again the little mule emerged. I tugged a little bit and a bucking bronco showed up. I let go of the leash and she became a thoroughbred, sprinting back home as fast as her legs could carry (she is so flippin fast, too!). I wasn't about to give up, after all, I am the ALPHA. That's right, she will do what I want.

So we start down the street again...with me carrying the little princess...thinking if we get far enough away from the house, she'll want to continue to explore. Ladies from across the street come out to visit with her...ogling and ahhing over her. She seemed quite pleased with herself. I put her down while I chatted but as soon as she noticed the leash, she sat down and refused to budge (normally she'd wander around). What a little stinker I thought. The conversation with the neighbors revitalized me and I was determined this little girl would learn to walk on the leash. So I carried her a little further away, put her down and she started wandering in the right direction. Good, I walked beside her...see how nice this is. All of a sudden, she realized she was on a leash and she reared up like a spooked horse and started her bucking bronco impression, complete with snarls and barks.

So, I sweep her up and head back home. We'll never make it the mile to visit my friends this way! I get almost home and stop to talk to C2 and RNJ. I put the little beast down and she starts to wander toward the house. I find that by hitting a piece of plastic on the road, I can get her attention and make her walk in the direction I want her to go. But, once she realizes she is walking on the leash, she plops down and refuses to budge. I tell C2 that it is obvious the dog takes after her pigheaded nature, scoop up Princess Poo Poo, and head to the car! Next time, we try the harness and a few treats! I am the alpha and I'm more pigheaded than that furry, overgrown black rat with with white feet! She will learn to walk on the leash!!!!