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!
He never let go of her.