It is Nostril Sticking Weather

Well, the snow has hit, and although there is only about half an inch on the ground, the offending white stuff is here. I have no gloves, my hands look like that of a 90 year old grandmother today. Last night, my husband and I, tried to take three dogs for a walk. It was hell. Frida nipping Stella, Stella screaming, Frida trying to catch up to Tully, Tully tried to hump. I think I may do separate walks for the dogs, Stella and Tully on one shift, Frida on another, until she settles down a bit. The other night was cold when I walked Frida alone. I had talked previously to our groomer about "heel", she said to automatically change directions if the dog is pulling, that way his/her attention is always on you. Well, I must have looked like a complete moron spinning down Queen Street in Blyth, but it does work. What I have found interesting, is the idea of the "loose leash" theory, on how, not to make your dog "heel", but to walk with a slack leash. Which in theory could reduce dog aggression. It may reduce my aggression, as I try to teach "heel". Really Frida is a good dog, there are moments though, when all three of the dogs are extremely irritating and I wish that I could crawl into my own crate for some form of tranquility. I think I am the Crazy Dog Lady. This morning I took Frida out for another walk. I am trying to get her to meet 200 people. Blyth is a village of 600. That means she needs to meet 1/3 of the population of Blyth. She met a very nice lady today with her baby in a stroller. Frida sat, sniffed at the baby, kissed the lady, and was extremely well behaved. I talked to the woman for about 5 minutes, and I thanked her for meeting my dog.