Teaching young dogs old tricks

Otis was always my walking partner. It was our time together. Granted, we didn't walk very fast, so there was no real exercise value in it for me. He lived for those walks, however, so it was a part of our daily routine. Now that he is gone, I decided to "try" walking with Ruby and Scarlett this morning. I never felt bad about leaving them behind before. If you know anything about Bostons, you know that they never stay still for very long. They get plenty of aerobics just chasing after the beloved, spitty ball and each other. So, after the wiggling and pogo stick imitations, we leashed up and off we went. Ruby was out the door like a Greyhound. That one has a mind of her own. Scarlett is always eager to please me and kept looking up to see if she was doing it right. We only went a few blocks, but their little legs can move! I'm exhausted, and they are crashed at my feet. I think we all need to work at this a bit more. I believe harnesses will be in order as well. Red ones...to match their collars.
Many thanks to those of you who left kind comments on my last post. Your concern and compassion will not be forgotten.
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