So here's the deal. When I got my Portuguese Water Dog just over a year ago, he weighed all of 11 lbs. Although he was not trained at all, he was pretty easy to control. As Summer turned into Fall, and the weather got cooler, I started wearing gloves on our walks.
Then of course, with the cold Winter months, my gloves got heavier. Doggy got heavier also, but I had no problem holding onto the leash and trying to get our walks under control. He'd pull like crazy, but the leash always stayed firmly in my hand.
Then a strange thing happened...the snow started melting away and the weather started getting warmer. By now, (March), doggie was close to 55 lbs. As I started shedding layers of clothing to go out on our walks, the gloves got lighter. Doggie never learnt to walk properly with me. In the year that I had him, our walks had gone from bad to worse. He still pulled and pulled...he bit the leash, he jumped on me and other poor unsuspecting passers-by. He was getting to be a big dog who was completely out of control.
Back to the gloves. One day, mid-March, the weather was wonderful. All I needed to wear was a heavy sweater..no gloves! I took doggie out and the nightmare began. The leash whipped across the palm of my hand. I had horrible rope-burn on the fleshy part between my thumb and my forefinger. IT HURT!!.
The next day, I took him out again, no gloves again, and with all his jumping and pulling, I twisted the pinky of my left hand!! And so on, and so on..every time I would go out without any gloves, my hands would come back looking like raw meat.
Then it hit me, I started carrying 1 glove in my pocket. Ever time I'd take little pooch out, I'd make sure I had my cell phone, 3 poop bags, and my right glove. It didn't look too awkward in March and April. In May I started getting weird looks. By June, it was downright ridiculous!! I'd be in shorts and a tank top, wearing my right glove, and I'd be flying down the street trailing after my pulling dog!!!
Look, I know I have the Michael Jackson thing going on..you don't have to point, you don't have to laugh, you don't have to tell me. I'm well aware of how crazy I look...but hey, the flesh has healed on my hands, my palms are no longer whipped, and I'm practicing my moonwalk too!!!
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