Tangled Up In You

I promise this isn’t going to become a blog just about Mack, but holy hell, I’ve got a bajillion pictures of him already. I cannot get enough of this animal!! He’s a little lovebug.

That being said, Oh. Mah. Gawd! The leash! He is a stubborn little shit when it comes to the leash. I have to keep reminding myself that he spent his first five months on a farm where there were no boundaries. No collars. No leashes. No rules. No manners. No cars to speak of. Peaceful, quiet country living.

Then along comes the big dog momma who has the nerve to think that he needs to learn to walk on a leash like a proper gentleman. If he could have, he’d have given me a big ol’ middle finger to me as I introduced him to the leash.

When we were at our place off the grid I attached the leash to his collar and he immediately goes into statue mode. Stock still. Barely breathing. Just standing there because something was hanging off his neck!! Twenty minutes (not even a little bit of an exaggeration) he stood there not moving, just staring straight ahead. I kept walking by him talking to him thinking he would try to follow me. Nope. Just standing there being completely freaked out by the dangling thing.


In this position for twenty minutes. That’s dedication, folks!

I finally sat down and informed him that he could stand there all day long if he wanted. I began reading as I kept a sideways watch over him. Then he took a step. “Good boy!” And he took another step. “Ah, you’re such a good boy.” Then he took a third step and his hind foot came down on top of the dangling leash, thus causing an ever-so-slight tug at his neck. Statue again.

I went outside, thinking that he’d rather wander around with a leash draped around his neck rather than be more than five feet away from me. I figured incorrectly. He stayed there stock still.

He spent the better part of the weekend with the leash dangling off him, tangled around him, draped over the top of him. He’s progressed to walking up and down the hall with me holding his leash. He’s not so good outside (really scary cars going up and down the street – not a horse and buggy in sight). There’s a lot of work to be done but it’ll be worth it in the long run.

At the end of the day, when he’s worn out from the stress of the big bad leash, he goes from being tangled in the leash to being tangled up in me. This is his favorite spot in the world.


He won’t fit here forever, but for now, it’s the perfect way to end a day.

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