Later, when Mike came home, we went for a walk. On the way home we passed a dog we hadn't seen before on the other side of the road. Juneau went bat-shit crazy. I have never seen her react that badly to a dog she knows and hates let alone a strange dog that (at least from my perspective) didn't do anything wrong. It didn't even bark. Juneau dragged me and I had to use all of my strength to control her. I made her lay down, since I wasn't prepared to deal with a psycho breakdown. I think when we get to the "dealing with other dogs" part, I'll need some calm dogs to practice with. (If my friends can help with that, it would rock.)
I'm counting Friday as a positive day, but a glimpse of what lies ahead. (I'm not good at optimism, so I'm trying hard here!) Saturday can have more dog-to-owner quality time.
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