by me. It seems some days that training a puppy is two steps forward and three steps back. Lately, walking has been singularly unsuccessful. After another day of having my arm yanked out of the socket, or so it seemed, I decided it was time to take a break. Maybe I expect too much. Maybe he’s not ready. Maybe there are too many distractions. Whatever the reason, it’s become less than joyful to take a walk with Maverick, for both of us.
So today, I took myself to the park. I walked 4 miles, down from my previous 6 before Maverick came home, but up from my recent 1 or 2 with him. It was a good walk – something I’ve missed, a time to just be with myself and solve the problems of the world and feel good about sweating off some pounds.
When I got home, it was an hour of ball playing to make up for the lack of exercise for Maverick, but aside from him barking at me the whole time, it was a good hour, too.
I’ll figure out the walking thing, but not today. And probably not tomorrow either. I need my walks, and we need to enjoy them, not have them be an exercise in frustration. We’ll get there.