I’ve been looking at old photos and remembering my lovely dad (who died 23 years ago.) I was remembering how in the mid 80s my sister had three young children and a lively Labrador and was finding it hard to cope. I lived a couple of hours drive from her but our parents were just round the corner and Dad decided he’d walk her dog every day to help. Bob didn’t have the best recall but Dad said he never had any problems-because he had a pocketful of dog biscuits! This was a time when Barbara Woodhouse ruled the airwaves of dog training with her loud voice and lead yanks. Dad was a quiet, gentle man who understood that you can get results with kindness (and an appeal to a Lab’s stomach.)
