Larsen and I were walking Allatoona Pass last Sunday, and down the old railbed came the lady with her three black labs. Two labs are adolescents, and the third, the white-muzzled matriarch, is 13 years and 8 months. She rides in a wagon because her gait can be unsteady when she is tired.
Larsen was off-lead when we saw the group. I sat him. Then I heeled him and walked with him toward the two happy young dogs who were headed our way. Larsen stuck right with me. I halted him, and then dismissed him ("ok") and let him run to the rapidly-closing dogs.
That discipline and good behavior is like gold gleaming from a nugget.
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