My dog Tasha is a 9 pound Pom.  She came to me almost 5 years ago.  When Cozmic Joe brought her to me, she was 1 pound 4 oz.  She went everywhere with me.  At about 9 months we started to walk every day. A small walk (Little feets..) just up and down the small street I live on.

2 years to the day I got her, as we went on a walk, a man opened his gate to get his garbage can and his german shepard ran out, got Tasha in his mouth, and shook her like a stuffed toy.  She needed surgery  to stitch his teethmarks and drain tubes for several weeks. 

She recovered from the physical quickly and was soon back to her “Queen of the house” stature.  But, whenever I put the harness and leash on her, for a walk, she was hesitant.   We got three houses away, she would sit right down and look at me like I was nuts. Then would run back to the house.

Every once in while since then I have tried to get her walking again.

Recently we have gone in the other direction and it seemed like she wanted to go.  Last nite, we went around the block.  She smiled and snifed and praced the entire time.   When we came to the house where the dog was, my heart was pounding.  She pranced on by.

We both did a BIG I BELIEVE.  I carried my stick,  (JUST in case),  she didnt mind it rubbing the sidewalk or the bushes and loved her walk.

one happy blind mice