Sweet Olivia

By 7:30 am most mornings Olivia and I are within 1/4 mile of home, which for her is a real issue. For the first 35 minutes that we are out, she walks on my left and bounces along like a real trooper. But for the last 5 minutes, she puts her 35 pounds into letting me know she wants home. The only thing I have going for me is that she is trained to sit. No matter what else is going on, she will sit. She's afraid of school buses, garbage trucks, people who walk funny, bicycle riders, kids with backbacks, and Oriental men who wear knit caps. But no dog can beat her at sitting.