People wonder why I prefer to walk our neighbor's Doberman
over petite, curly-eared, energetic young Khan.
We have been working extra hard this week on our "walking manners." It's a normal occurrence for me to look through the car windows of passers-by and see pointing fingers and heads howling with laughter. It's become our routine to walk 1/2 mile to a nearby park where I can let him off his leash to run like a rabid heathen.
He only acts this bad the first minute or so. Then he calms down and just pulls and jerks on the leash. He's a very independent young Boykin.