On Wednesday, I started my “dog therapy” with Sol. He was not pleased with it at first. I told him a week ahead so he would not be surprised that we were going to start walking dogs at the local animal shelter. I bought him a super fancy leash (retractable) in his favorite color, red. Then we get to the shelter on Wednesday (9/21).
When we get there, I asked him if he would like to try to walk a dog. “Yes.” So we went into the puppy room. He chose a chihuahua puppy. She was super cute, super cuddly, and super small. Sol was fine until she jumped on him. It was pretty much all over for him at that point. I went into the bigger dog room and took a look around. Almost all the dogs were jumping and barking. They were very friendly, but a bit too exuberant. Near the end of the room, I came across a sweet girl named “Wanda.” She was at the front of the kennel and not jumping. She was also not barking. She was about 3 years old and a border collie mix. She seemed friendly enough and didn’t even bat an eye when Sam tried to push her away from me. She just licked him. I was hooked.
I had Sol walk behind me and kept Wanda on a pretty short leash. Not that she needed me to. She stayed right by my side. She seemed to know Sol was scared and stayed away from him. There were a few times when other dog walkers passed us and I had Sol stand to one side of the path and turn his back. He never came close to Wanda, but he did ask if we could bring her home. Honestly, I would have in a heartbeat. If we owned our own house. We are renting our current place and can not have dogs inside.
In any case, I will be taking Sol every Wednesday for a dog walk and I think I will be heading to the shelter at least one other time every week to run with a dog. Some of those poor pups really need a good running.