Leash

Dad put the collar on again, I'm starting to get used to it. I still jump when it gets tight, and if I can see Dad I will just sit and refuse to move, which he finds amusing for some reason. But if Dad stands behind me and I can't see him, it's almost like the collar isn't there and I won't choke. We stayed outside like that for quite a while, I'm beginning to like it. I got lots of treats for going potty, and I got enough exercise that I was pretty tired afterward! It's not the same as roaming free in Texas, but it's a good alternative, especially the gourmet food, treats, and all the attention I get.