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Worried

Every morning I cry a little on my walk.
I’m never sure I get this leashwalking thing right. Should I be in front of her or behind here, on the right or on the left? Between her legs?
 I don’t think Sammy is a good teacher, because he crosses in front of her from side to side, and Taylor, my mentor, he just runs off to the lily pond.
I can’t wait to see Juan, my therapist, tomorrow morning. He makes me feel like I can do anything!

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