it offers after dark
a pause for rest
a rest for paws
a place to moor my bark
From a literature book I had in elementary school
A while ago Prada and I were issued doggy boots for hot pavement and salted snow, which can burn puppy paws. This morning Bryan and Shannon took us out on moderate-length, minimal distraction routes and had us put the boots on the dogs. The dogs have trained with them on, but for the first block or so with a new student they like to pretend they've never worn them before. Juno is not overly fond of the boots, apparently.
This lesson was for the student to get a feel for what the dog's pace feels and sounds like when the boots are on, and a reminder to the dog about boot-wearing no-no's, such as trying to pull them off. Prada did excellently after she got the idea that I wasn't going to tolerate any monkeying around on the route. We didn't lose a single boot, so Shannon called it a good trip :)
Prada’s gait
changes to what I imagine a newly-shod horse’s does. The boots deprive the dogs of some of their
sensory perception but are not uncomfortable.
(Prada
dislikes her boots and wears the most dejected and offended expression on her
face when I put them on her. It’s like
she’s embarrassed to be seen with them!)
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