At Sunday's class, Dogwise Heather used the metronome function on her phone to demonstrate the pace at which I should be walking with Freddie, in order to give him a sense that we're actually going somewhere — as opposed to meandering aimlessly around the neighbourhood. 120 beats per minute is brisk — a decent workout pace, especially up hills. It's a pace I'm able to sustain, but not one I actually have been sustaining when out with Freddie.
So I've been trying. When Freddie's on leash, we power walk — and it's better. He's more attentive, trotting along, watching to see if my hand will venture anywhere near my treat pocket. Even when he's off leash — like at the beach this morning — I try to keep up the march ... except, of course, when a photo op presents itself. :)
Variations on a Theme
"In the Thick of It" v.2
Freddie the Rock Stalker
The Mellow Bench v.2
(Last guy I photographed here was smokin' himself a J.)
Between a Rock and Hard Place
Good luck, Freddie.
Enjoy your day, at whatever pace!