My dogs are the rulers of this roost. Mostly the biggest boss is four kilos of white fluff. Small dog, big attitude. Rumple lets her get away with it.But every now and again, the ever-calm, ever patient Rumple decides enough is enough. Rumple decides to assert his authority. Often this is on our walk.
Rumple decides where we are going and he leaves non-one in any doubt where that will be.He either digs his paws in and refuses to walk until we are facing the right or simply points his body and pulls.
Today I thought we were going to the University of Queensland.Rumple thought otherwise. Rumple thought we were going to the dog park. Rumple thought right. Winkle and I just followed on. As always Rumple was right. That's the important thing about being a boss - knowing when to intervene for a better outcome.
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