When I let the dogs out the back door, Walker is always the last to go out. When he first arrived at our house, I would open the door, move around the corner where he couldn't see me, and he would go out. Then, to push the envelope, I began slowly closing the distance between me and the door.
This weekend I decided to challenge him even more by opening the door, stepping back from it a couple of feet, but putting my hand on the door so that Walker had to pass under my raised arm to get out the door. He was cautious the first time I did that, but he loves going outside, so he decided to risk it. Since then there's been no problem at all. Yay, Walker!
Another sign of progress is Walker's willingness to let me take photos of him at close range. He'll also look at me while I'm doing it.
|See? No telephoto lense!|
|Look how close I am!|
|He has the sweetest face.|
With Walker, little things mean so much. Every time he puts trust in you, you know you've accomplished something.