Morning

     At 6:20 AM I poke my head in the spare room to check on the dogs. They are sleeping side by side on the couch. Henry is no longer confined to the crate at night. Zico sleeps wherever he likes and he likes sleeping next to Henry. Henry does not stir as I look in on them. Only as I mill about the house getting ready to take them out, does Henry start to wake up. He takes his time, stretching and yawning. Watching both dogs stretch and yawn is adorable and I hope to get it on camera soon.
     Zico is on a 6' lead attached to his collar. Henry is on a 4' lead with a front attaching harness. Henry tends to rush out the door but he has to wait nicely as I open the door and exit first. The dogs follow, no one pulls. As we approach the first street that we have to cross, they stay at the curb. No tension on the leash, they wait for me to start moving before they finally cross the street. Good boys. Ahead, we hear a dog barking in someone's yard. I know this yard. There are two dogs that bark at Zico whenever we go by. And the normally relaxed Zico gets wound up by these two. Henry starts barking back and pulling on the leash. So we change direction before getting anywhere near that yard and Henry eventually settles down. One yard has a stone wall and a stairway that leads from the sidewalk to the front door of the house is hidden by the wall. As we pass the stairway we surprise a dog, and are surprised by him. Henry lunges but I keep moving and he does not bark and stops pulling after a few steps. Further on we hear barking from somewhere but Henry ignores it this time. But at a certain point Henry goes ballistic. I can not see what he is barking at. Nothing calms him down so I just keep moving. He does eventually stop but I always feel bad for disturbing the neighbors. We reach our destination, a wooded area.  Zico is off-leash. Henry switches from a leash to a 20' lead. He have a nice walk until he sees a squirrel. Then he fulfills his purpose: barking up a tree.
     Walking back home, there is a cat eating something in the middle of the street. Henry pulls on the leash, desperate to get that cat. Even Zico, who normally knows the limits of his leash, pulls. The cat crouches low but does not retreat. But there is no barking and we move on.
     Back home, I prepare a bowl of food for each of them. Henry has learned to keep a respectful distance as I put food in his bowl, although he is clearly excited. The dogs eat separately. I leave Zico's food where he can't reach it and take Henry into another room. He is overexcited but must wait. Only when he sits calmly does he get his breakfast. (One day, when I have the time, he will learn to relax completely before feeding.) As he eats, I leave him alone in the room and give Zico his own bowl. When both are done eating, I let Henry out of the room and the first thing both dogs do is to check the other dog's bowl.