Punkin was a zig-zagger when we walked her. The grass was always greener on the other side of the sidewalk, from where she had just crossed and now wanted back again. It was just annoying enough to make me proclaim to Jennifer, “I will teach our next dog to ‘heel.'” Raisin had other ideas.
In January of 2011, we lost our beloved Punkin, but found ourselves with a new dog less than two weeks later. I wasn’t really ready for that, but I thought it would help us heal. We brought Raisin home from the Humane Society after each of us had met her and her siblings.