We went to the forest early this morning and walked for about forty-five minutes. Brea did pretty well, about like she did on our walk yesterday. Once she starts sniffing around in the weeds, she seems to forget some of her anxieties and relax a little. She surprised me when she wanted to walk in the creek.
|Some kind of locust tree, I think.|
The only really bad time she had kind of surprised me - she was spooked by a trash can. I don't know why. I hadn't thrown anything in it or bumped it or come anywhere near it, but she just froze up, and I had a hard time getting her past it. Most other dogs would be fascinated by the smells of a trash can at a picnic area.