One time I took timber into the petstore and she decided to be hyper. It wasn't like her at all, because we had just ran for an hour and swam for almost as long.

But nope. She had to be hyper. And in the process, she not only drooled all over the pet windows, jumped all over people, had a barking contest with another dog (he started it), she also, knocked down a shelf!

Also, another time, she was running beside my bike. I forgot to keep my eye on her, and didn't realize that she need to go poop. So, right in the middle of biking fairly quick, she stopped to go poo, I went flying over the handle bars, I couldn't unwrap the leash in time so the leash cut my hand (don't ask how). My momentum pulled Timber's halti forward and she dragged her muzzle across the asphault. I'm sitting there, bleeding at the wrist. She's sitting there, bleeding at the tongue and looking awful guilty. And to top it off, there was a huge group of huys sitting uder the tree right beside me, laughing their @$$es off!

Leather's a very good girl, but I have to say that it was quite embarassing when I took her to the wiggle waggle walkathon. (of course it was Timber's fault, as usual. That dog has nothing better to do than anger me lol) Timber attacked her, and they got in a huge fight. They were both on tight leashes on either side of me so I was freaking out. People are staring. I was kicking them, trying to get them apart, and I was thinking that everyone was probably thinking I was a very abusive person, kicking my dogs as they are growling and squealing. lol. So, when they finally calm down. Leather backs up, the halti slips off, and she's running around the parking lot having a hay day! Luckily, she came when she heard me call, but it was still maddening.