I know that Keith and I talk a lot about some of Beckett's less admirable habits. A tendency to "destroy" his dog bed, or make food disappear off counters in a matter of moments.... but he's actually a good dog at heart, I swear!
What happened on our run this morning proves it. Only a few minutes into the run, I went to switch the leash from my right hand to my left. Just like I've done a million times before .... and I dropped it. It fell right out of my hands!
Feeling the freedom, Beckett galloped ahead. As I may have mentioned before, I'm not the fastest runner on a good day. There's NO WAY I could catch up to him if he's running full speed.
But, shockingly, he didn't run full speed. He ran ahead a bit, and looked back at me. I called his name, and he slowed down. He waited for me to catch up to him and pick up his leash, before yanking my arm off again. Good dog!