Walking With Mom

I love walks. Walks are really, really good. Almost as good as treats. Usually my friend Caryn comes and takes me for long walks. Caryn walks good. She walks FAST like Akitas do. Sometimes she brings her friend Nicole and we all walk fast. Sometimes Nicole brings her Akita friend Nikita (stupid stupid name; they call her "Kita." Why bother with name if you just call her dog?!). Then we all four walk really fast. Nicole and Kita know that I am boss and I always lead. They're smart.

Sometimes Caryn's Mom comes with Caryn. She walks pretty fast, and she cleans up after me (I don't know why; it's not in my yard, but she does). Sometimes just Caryn's Mom comes. That's nice; she likes me and I make her feel safe. And she knows that I am ALWAYS in front. But sometimes she brings Caryn's Dad. I know that Caryn and Caryn's Mom love him, but he is a big men, and I don't think I like that. But I lick his fingers anyway, and he knows that Caryn's Mom MUST hold my leash, and I must be FIRST.

Yesterday -- no, the day before -- I don't know, dog doesn't keep days -- Caryn's Mom came to take me on walk. Mom helped her get my walking clothes on, then asked if she could come too. I sighed. Mom is SLOW. Mom wants me to walk BESIDE her. Mom doesn't understand. So we all went. Caryn's Mom held my leash at first and I was in front where I belong. We went up the big hill. Pretty soon Mom was slowing down and panting, so Caryn's Mom slowed down too. (Caryn's Mom is nice.) They talked while I tried to walk faster. They wouldn't. Then Caryn's Mom gave my Mom my leash. So I started walking faster because Mom isn't good at holding my leash. She tried to pull me back but I showed her who was boss. We walked VERY fast for a while, but then I got tired. And Mom said I need to walk more because I am getting FAT. ME? FAT? I am not the fat one who hardly ever walks!

But if Mom is going to walk with me she must learn my rules. I am LARGE and IN CHARGE. I walk FAST. And I am always, always, the lead dog. So there.

WOOF!