Taking a break...
Ellie's leash slipped out of my hand yesterday so she seized the opportunity to trot down the slope prancing into morning traffic which, thankfully, was slow. I followed of course, Nyah in tow. She came willingly for a change eager for the adventure. Sun in my eyes, I could only see the black puppy, not the cars slowing and stopping. I finally caught the leash. Luckily she wasn't running. She runs like a bullet.
But there is a point... increased numbers doesn't neccessarily mean that the challenges only double for two or triple for three. (If I was a math expert. . .) Let's try this: sometimes challenges multiply exponentially? Is that the word?
And never try to reach in between two combative puppies hoping to lure them out of their struggle for dominance with a treat. It's a good way to get bit and I don't mean puppy nipping either...Someone warned me about that...but those puppies had been listening so well...They've since returned to their gentle selves. Probably the long walk . . .
It's safe to write about puppies. They can't read so they won't mind!