Moby Wonderdog here! Since Foster Mama made her pledge to get my walkings under control back in August, she and Foster Dad have been walking me a lot…
In the first couple months that Foster Mama had me, she said she hated walking me because I would pull her down the street like a sled dog. She even blamed me for hurting Foster Dad’s shoulder when he walked me. Can you believe that?! So rude! So even though Foster Mama was super rude and accusing me of stuff I didn’t do, she thought I would be “more adoptable” if I wasn’t hurting people by pulling them down the street on a leash. So she got me a SENSE-ation Harness and then got to work teaching me about how walks are for workings and not a race to the finish line.
There were a few things Foster Mama did before we even started walking on the actual road… we started just walking up and down the driveway with Foster Mama using the clicker and treating me when I just. didn’t. pull. Easy as that. We seriously just walked up and down the driveway for a bazillion hours and I got a bazillion treats just for walking nicely. When I didn’t walk nicely, Foster Mama would just ask me to sit – because I am really, really good at that. Then she treated me for that too. Seriously, I got treated for EVERYTHING! Then, once Foster Mama felt like I could handle it, she started walking with me my Foster Brother from another mother, Bullseye.
You see, Bullseye is quite the good walker, so Foster Mama thought I might learn how to walk nicely if I followed his lead. It definitely helped a lot. I kept paced with him pretty well.
Then, after I was keeping the pace well with Bullseye, Foster Mama tried walking me with the Turkeyman, which was cool too, even though I don’t think Turk likes me too much.
I was walking better after my practicings with Bullseye and Turkeyman, but I still pulled, so Foster Mama tried a trick that she remembered from Two Pitties in the City‘s Mr. B – giving me something to carry!
And wouldn’t you know it? Carrying that ball was the final thing I needed to walk nicely on a leash! Foster Mama thinks I am so busy making sure the ball stays in my mouth that I don’t have time to think about pulling on the leash. Pretty awesome, huh?
Foster Mama says she doesn’t hate walking me anymore! I still have some more practicings to do, but that just means more walking with the Foster Mama, because as they say, practice makes perfect!