In order to control Monty's extraordinary energy, walks are a must. Sometimes, depending on how many witnesses there are, I even try to run with Monty.
...and yes, having no witnesses is a must...
You see, Monty is excellent at walking and he loves running. Most of the time he is the picture of a perfect canine exercise partner. He trots steadily and smoothly, no pulling on the leash, and can cover any distance quite easily.
Except every once in a while. You never know when it will happen. It could be the 12th outing or the 47th.
You will be cruising along, moving like a fine athlete and look down to admire your handsome pup by your side and realize
he's watching you.
OMD, you realize in a panic, he's having a
Walter Mitty moment. ...and he thinks he's a cheetah! (This varies - sometimes he thinks he's a wolf, or a panther, and once I think he was a shark.)
Worse yet? He's a cheetah hunting prey, and you are a three-legged impala stuck in a mud puddle.
After that? It's all down hill.
WHAM!
I have to admit, his take-down methods are pretty effective. So far he has been 100% successful.
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| I is stalking you.... |
...and Aaron wonders why my shoes are always filled with gravel....
