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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Evening strolling and thinking...

Greg had a tight hold of our stubborn beagle.

But... She continually was pulling one way or the other!

Greg would yank her back and talk in a stern voice. She would shape up...until the next dog (or bug, or smell) came along.

He ever so patiently held on.
Guiding her.  Protecting her.  Disciplining her.  Loving her.

As I was watching her I kept thinking of how much easier it would be if she just submitted to Greg's will and stayed focus on his words.

She even tried to jump in front of a moving vehicle!

But...

He never let go of her.