A Day in the Life of Transformation

Yesterday, I was running with my dog, who, when he turns around to vociferously bite and wrestle with the leash can trip me up. I had realized a few days before that he was doing this because biting the leash was a discharge—something he did when he was startled by the sound of loud cars or trucks passing, or when he was excited and aroused by something unfamiliar (new dog, trash in the arroyo), or both. All he needed to let go was a little bit of information and feedback from me. The “It’s okay” was all he needed. There was no wrestling, just letting go.