the doglog archives #7

excerpts from my notes when i walked dogs at the local pound

I don't think I've ever been defeated by a dog before. I don't remember ever feeling like I've lost the respect of a dog, and I feel like the crummiest human alive.

I took Charlie up to the long run and let him get all worked up, then tried to bring him in before he was ready. No amount of redirection could get him to stop pulling at his leash, and I put him in the small run and decided to go get someone more capable of wrestling to bring him in. Before I got to the alleyway, though, he called to me, and I felt wrong leaving him alone, so I went back for him. He was worse this time, though, and when he finally put his teeth over the elbow of my jacket, I went off to get Joe.

Once Charlie was back in his kennel, I took Amelie, a greyish pittie with a badly docked tail, on a longer walk up to Penn, then spent some time with her in the side run.

Charlie was meek and quiet by Kong time.

february 7, 2012

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