The dang dawg is testing out a most peculiar bad habit. He’s decided it just might work as it tends to pull my arm right out of its shoulder socket. While jogging alongside on his leash, and without warning, he has learned the panic stop. He locks-up all fours stiff legged head down and hind end up throws out the 98 pound anchor. After a very short skid, our tow comes to a dusty screeching halt as I spin-out. His goal is to pull out of the leash. Free. This ain’t-a-gonna happen.

I say you’ve got to earn your free to roam privileges. It’s must be something to watch as I connect foot to rear in attempt to re-motivate the troops. (note: no animals were harmed during the creation of this post. my running shoe has a very soft toe)