Yesterday, Bailey's cousins Bapu and Minga taught him how to walk around the neighbor- hood on a leash. It took a bit of modeling on his cousin's part to help the Bailster figure it all out--and Bapu paid the price of having his butt nipped by the little guy. Today, Bailey went solo, up hill and down, for about a mile. He met Ivan the dog up the street and two big barking dogs that sent shivers up his spine. He met an electrician on a ladder and cocked his head from side to side, barking softly, probably, "Do you really want to be way up there? Don't fall! Can I come up?" All in all it was a masterful first solo walk. Smart dog, intelligent dog... who is now crashed on the kitchen floor: smart Rich, intelligent Rich. Time to write.
When this blog began, Bailey Tuckerman Kent was an 8-week-old Bernese Mountain Dog living in the western mountains of Maine with his writer dad, Rich. These are their stories.... and don't forget, click on most photos to enlarge.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Second Walk
Yesterday, Bailey's cousins Bapu and Minga taught him how to walk around the neighbor- hood on a leash. It took a bit of modeling on his cousin's part to help the Bailster figure it all out--and Bapu paid the price of having his butt nipped by the little guy. Today, Bailey went solo, up hill and down, for about a mile. He met Ivan the dog up the street and two big barking dogs that sent shivers up his spine. He met an electrician on a ladder and cocked his head from side to side, barking softly, probably, "Do you really want to be way up there? Don't fall! Can I come up?" All in all it was a masterful first solo walk. Smart dog, intelligent dog... who is now crashed on the kitchen floor: smart Rich, intelligent Rich. Time to write.
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