I wish I coud type stories faster- the typos will make your eyes bleed. But I'll tell one- and I may as well do it here. The very talented and new friend Bet Corsaut encouraged me to share this story.
When we got our lab (1 year old see picture above) I wanted to walk her to burn her energy (and shoot-let's got real, I need it) I tried every leash, collar, snack trick (which totally got out of hand- can you picture a streaming snack line for 2 miles) I tied everything I could think of for a doable walking experience. My indulgent husband would hear me talk of it day in and day out. (did you know that Labs have steel pipes for necks) she literally pulled me down the street- which, as you might imagine, is just not that elegant.
After commiserating with several people I was given the advice to buy her a backpack and place 2 or 4 water bottles in the side pouches to slow her down- theoretically to keep her from pulling so hard on the leash, tucker hor out etc. etc. fast forward- my husband and I traveled out of town and, at one point were were approaching the mall to do some shopping. As we got out of the car I told my husband- "oh, don't let me forget- I need to get a backpack for the dog"
He turned to me and said- Cooter (his nickname fpor me) Cooter, if you think for one second I'm going to cart that 70 pound dog around on my back you must be out of your mind