The first time I took Rina into the city for show preparation, she stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, nose in the air, and simply left the conversation. I was still holding the leash. Mentally, she was three streets over, following whatever trail had just crossed her path. Rina is a Montenegrin Mountain…
There’s a particular kind of tired that comes from owning a dog who was never supposed to live like this. Not the good kind of tired, either – not “we had a lovely long walk” tired. I mean the specific exhaustion of loving a dog who was bred, for generations, to do a job that…
If you’ve ever wondered how your dog can be an absolute angel curled up on the couch and then turn into a lunging, barking mess the second you step onto a busy street, you’re not imagining things – and you’re definitely not alone. This is one of the most common questions I hear from city…