I am truly a fanatic when it comes to my dogs. (Officially Montana belongs to Alissa and Little Man is Kinsey's baby but who feeds them and walks them?????) So, as a person who adores her dogs I follow the advice of my dog guru, Cesar Milan, like a religion. As a result my beloved dogs are assured the good health, happiness and "balance" they deserve. Every day I walk them twice around my neighborhood with the "calm assertiveness" that is required making the little "ttcchh" sound (he uses the same one if your ever watch his show) when correcting their behavior. I am proud to say we are a success story and I am convinced that someday I will be featured on Cesar's "Dog Whisperer" program as an example of how to be a great "pack" leader! While walking my precious pooches, I always use this quiet time as an opportunity to review the day in my mind, giggle about my canines' cute little ways, and generally unwind...it benefits me as much as them. Many times during these walks I am joined by one of my girls or Steven which makes the dog walking ritual even more rewarding. This evening I was overjoyed when Alissa decided to walk with us. Let me set the scene. I had interrupted the cleaning of my house (my dad is coming to stay the night with us tomorrow and I accidentally locked out the cleaning lady today) to pick up Alissa from v-ball practice. Once home, we decided to take the dogs out and rushed around the block due to Alissa's need to complete a ton of homework. As we were approaching the house I had a brainstorm...I decided I was going to create a post about my daily dog walking and what it means to me. So, I dashed toward the house for my camera and Alissa started snapping pictures. Shortly after taking a few pictures, Alissa suggested we move to the side yard for some shots of me with the pups. After several minutes of posing while laughing our butts off because of the dogs' antics, we let Montana loose for a run. She crazily began circling all three of us (Little Man, Alissa and me) like a dog possessed, nearly decapitating Little Man when she got tangled in his leash. Once Montana was freed from this minor mishap, she darted for the lake and dove in!!! Three separate times. I gathered up the remains of Little Man and placed him in the safety of the house when I discovered my wedding ring was missing! Alissa and I began searching every square inch of the yard and Montana clearly thought it was some sort of a game...jumping, head butting and running circles around us like amaniac! Now it was getting dark. Kinsey approached while we were trying to hunt for the lost ring and together continued our search...all three of us...for 20 minutes. No luck. Meanwhile I was distracted by a phone call. At this point Kinsey went into the house to check on Little Man who was barking like he was being tortured. While inside she conducted a quick search of the house and walked out with my ring in hand!!! (Guess I didn't loose it after all but placed it on the bathroom counter when putting on lotion. ) Oopsie! Kinsey and I then proceeded to bathe our disgusting, yet satisfied, lab...which was no small feat! Although this was in no way the post I originally intended...it was such an awesome, hysterical and bonding time with my girlies. I knew I loved those dogs for a reason! (By the way the final picture shows the doggie tracks Montana left all over my newly washed floor when she stepped in my carpet sprinkles and proceeded to walk the house!!!)
Check out Cesar's website...he has a blog too!
