Stella loves her walks, no doubts about that one. And she really loves her walks in new and strange places, which this wasn’t entirely, but it isn’t a common walk. And perhaps most importantly, because it keeps Erin and I sane, it’s a longish, so Stella is tired for a day or two. That’s bliss.
This was actually after a hard day of sleep. She lives a tough life.
Sid, a 6 week old puppy, seemed to think he should be alpha over all dogs, and most people as well. Alas, when doing this around a 3 year old 45 pound pure muscle pit bull, the result is some time with a beagle on his back learning he may not be in charge.
And just to be clear, Stella was very nice about flipping him. Enough force to do it, not enough to hurt him. She taught him his lesson, with no harm done, except to his puppy pride.
Walking the dogs is fun for us, largely because we go for a hike someplace cool and pretty.
We do though have the occassional problem of Stella, an energitic pit bull running too and fro. She doesn’t run off, and she won’t, but she likes to stick her nose into snake holes and generally just bounces off everything and anything she can.
The pug, Esther, is just slow.
We were coming back from a hike, Erin, her mom and I, her mom needed a bathroom, and quick. The trail was to busy for options other than the toliet at the trailhead. I dragged her pug as fast as I could but it’s annoying.
Until Erin hit on a genius, and as with many great ideas, obvious, solution. We let the pit bull pull the pug.
Stella got a resistance workout. Esther got used to having to walk faster. It’s also supposed to be good for building pack mentality and such.
Any which way, I like it.
So as the last of these “official” Sundays, I offer up these two images of our Stella. Though somehow I’m betting we’re going to keep doing long walks with her every week. It really is one of the best ways I can think of to spend a day off.
Yep, this pug is around constantly, and always has her tongue out.