on an afternoon walk

i've eschewed all dog training skills and mandates to be alpha and letting baxter decide his walk. he wants to stop, we stop. he wants to go we go. i figure he hasn't had any free will in his life, so he deserves it. plus he has to learn about choices.

i notice i am becoming THAT mother, the one who speaks loudly to her toddler for everyone to hear. ooh, look baxter a leaf blowing in the wind. ah, a bus baxter, so big and shiny and loud. Jesus. How quickly we change when there is some cute cuddly creature involved.