Walking with Rumpy these past few days has been fun. The air is crisp and cool, and the Rumpster is filled with energy and excitement.
Our walks are interesting. I am the one in charge. But I give Rumpy plenty of freedom.
I set boundaries, such as no walking up in people’s yards and no peeing on tires or trashcans; otherwise, he decides the route we take.
He stops frequently to sniff things, but I don’t want him eating anything he finds.
It’s not how the experts tell us how we’re supposed to do things. We are supposed to be in control, and we’re supposed to train our dogs to always do our bidding.
But that’s not a thing with this breed. Malamutes are bred for survival, and sometimes that means ignoring a command in order to save a life.
After a walk, Rumpy expects a cookie, then it’s time for a nice morning nap.
It really is the best part of my day.