Another lovely day with no solid plans...ah, such bliss. I think I may take Emma to the beach, if she can behave herself. She's still a puppy, and more importantly, untrained. She takes off on leash and jerks my left (and only!) arm. Birds are her obsession and nothing will stop her attempts at snagging one. I hate to disillusion her but she will never get one, at least on my watch. Hope lives on in her little doggie mind. Of course were she with Tim when an opportunity arose to snag a bird or two she may get lucky. Tim dotes on her like she is a child and lets her do just about anything she wants because, as he says, "She likes it." So, therefore, training, especially on leash, has been minimum. When I complain about her behavior when I walk her and say she needs to be trained to not pull and to walk beside us, he says, "Go ahead and train her. I won't be doing it." What, I ask you, can I do? Ceasar Milan, I need you.
Tim is off on his first physical therapy visit, followed by his first dose of radiation. He didn't want, nor need me to go with him which I think is a good sign. I am free to take care of things here at home and then go with Emma to see what we shall see.