
(Pic:)- "Jonny" is currently living his life as a pet with a trainer. He has a hypothyroid medical issue and he is living his life in a loving home.
You remember "Jonny" from The Dog that Didn't Understand.
Note: This article is fiction.
There is a mathematical equation for a walk with Jonny:
Jonny + Leash + Trainer = Catastrophe
Jonny's trainer knows that his dog needs exercise, but thought that there has to be a better way to walk Jonny – a 3 year old German Shepherd – than to be pulled and jerked around by him. Plus, as we saw from Jonny's story, he has managed to obtain freedom - an exhilarating yet dangerous possibility for a young, naive dog – through the strength of will (his) and the loss of balance (his).
And so we meet Jonny again, standing dismally in the kitchen, while his trainer attempts to ensnare his legs, snout, and trembling body into various contraptions, all designed to assist his owner, and him, to walk without said trainer landing on his butt.
He could not decide among the array of confusing devices that he saw at Seizure Alert Dogs for Life, Inc. so he brought home three of them to try first-hand.
Since this is Jonny’s story, I’ll let him give you his take on each device:
“Okay, what sadist thought this one up? The straps cut into my tender face and make me want to roll on the ground and paw the thing off! Which I did! Quite easily, in fact. She kept adjusting it and trying again, and it DID feel a little better, but then I figured out how to back out of it. Sweet relief!
Anyway, he said she will keep it as a back-up just in case the other options don’t work out.
Oh, joy.”
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“Again with the strap on my nose. This is where I go into silent protest mode. I’m just gonna stand here with my beleaguered head drooping to the floor until he takes the blessed thing off. This is pretty much like that Halti thing. Not sure I can tell the difference.
Wait. A piece of chicken? Are you serious? You mean I get chicken when I wear this? I might have to re-think my options. Okay, have it your way. I’ll eat the chicken and go outside with you. But just for a minute. Or two. So, the Dude and I are actually walking together. My head gets tugged in a weird way if I get too rowdy, which makes me relax a little. He seems to be pretty happy about me not yanking on his so I’ll wear it for now.
Hey, if you keep the chicken coming, I’ll wear a bustier!”

“Alright, I’m starting to get the gist of this laboratory experiment. Dude is the scientist and I’m the guinea pig. Or a lab rat. Where’s the chicken?
This one’s not so bad. I kind of like that there’s strap on my face AND a collar. Makes it seem a little more secure. In fact, I can tell it really will stay on. Plus, when I start walking, I can’t even feel it on me. I seem to be walking right next to my Dude, too. I could get used to this.
Walking with Love...
Rachel Baum contributed to this article.
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