One of the saddest things about having a large, energetic dog in New York City is the lack of large, off leash areas for him to run. Dog parks are great, but Mr.Brown just isn’t that into socializing with other dogs and chasing after balls in smallish, chain gated, cement cells is pretty depressing. I know he has tons of energy which contributes to some occasional bad behavior.
One of my favorite parts of Cesar Milan’s show is in the opening credits where he is zooming by, semi-squatting on these bizarre looking rollerblades, attached to a pack of 10 dogs.
Exercise, Disclipline, then Affection.
Yesterday, I was determined to rollerblade with Mr.Brown down the West Side Highway. Like most of my sports equipment, my Rollerblades have been patiently sitting in the corner, but I had all these horrible images of embarrassing/injuring/killing myself so I’ve just ignored them. Yesterday, feeling inspired, I packed up my stuff and walked a vERY excited Mr.Brown over to the West Side Hwy.
From the moment we took off, Mr.Brown was ecstatic, but surprisingly responsive to me. I began to trust him more and realized that I remember how to rollerblade and our 45 minutes passed by wonderfully. He has been tired ever since, and I feel joy knowing that I can deman discipline and give affection without feeling guilty that I’m short changing Mr. Brown.
Can’t wait for the weather to be better to go more often!
