you might be able to tell that yes, I, lady with a debilitating anxiety disorder about things like crossing streets, who had a massive roly poly fluffball made of pure love suddenly dropped into her life, and who moved heaven and earth to push herself to make sure his life would be as safe and healthy as possible, really take it kind of personally when a complete stranger who hasn’t even seen my dog outside of a candid photo decides to tell me I’m doing it wrong

there’s been a lot of learning as we go. there’s been a lot of taking advice from people who actually met Odin and observed him. we switched to the gentle leader on the recommendation of an old lady in a power chair who hangs out at the public drug-doing benches and calls herself “the mafia mother”, and it was a miraculous improvement in our ability to communicate clearly to Odin. on our way home tonight, I spotted glass on the sidewalk and had him stopped still in under a second.

number of people he’s hurt: 0, other than accidentally bruising me as a puppy.

number of animals he’s hurt: 0.

number of angry old guys he’s slimed on the tram: okay yes 1 sorry dude

number of other dogs who have attacked mine unprovoked: idk probably like 5

number of people who have been REALLY weird at me purely because he’s big: way too many