I tried out the leash coupler with Murph and Oz tonight and I
think I shoulda practiced 'fore we headed out. Or at least
turned back, when I could tell things weren't going too well.
Oz kept getting in the way of Murph trying to pee on things,
so Murph would try to cross behind him and that would wrap
the leash around Oz's butt, pulling it down to sit on Murph.
They seemed like they were getting a lil' more coordinated with
it, so we kept going. We started walking down the sidewalk
next to where the GSD lives. We normally walk on the sidewalk
across the street from him, so I wasn't thinking too much about
it. Well the GSD literally hurled himself at the fence, growling and snarling. Oz
took off in a panic in front of me and Murph took off like a shot
behind me. It all happened so fast, I didn't have time to brace
myself, so they managed to sweep my legs out from under
me. One ankle turned as I was going down. I was falling
back towards Murph, but I managed to get a hand down to
try to keep from squishing him, scraping my hand and arm on
the concrete. I ended up squishing him just a tad anyway
though, so he yelped and snapped at the closest thing to him
causing the pain, which just so happened to be my head. He
didn't break the skin though, so I think he was just trying to
communicate that I was hurting him.
Anyway, after we untangled ourselves, we hobbled home. Murph
seems to be fine, but I think I may have to ice my ankle tonight.
They really need to put a warning label on that coupler.
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