My mom so lovingly shares with me all the time that I was oppositionally defiant as a small child. I find it amusing and funny.....well, I found it funny until yesterday. The exact moment it stopped amusing me occurred at the beginning of the afternoon Snook-dogg walk. Snookie decided to lay down in the grass in the front yard and wouldn't move. So I started dragging her, which normally works - she'll jump up and start walking. NO LUCK. I was effectively, or rather in-effectively, dragging her around by the head while she laid on the ground; therefore, I walked away without her. Fun game, right? Then she came running after me. As soon as I touched the leash, guess what? On the ground. Repeat twice.
Luckily I'm more stubborn than her. But it looked rather odd to passers by, I'm sure, while I was dragging a little corgi puppy around by her head.
Until next time!