We've had a really good week, things have been improving every day and it's felt so good. It's been difficult finding people who will not run away at the sight of him acting like a lunatic but they are becoming more common and now he's getting to meet more dogs he's not trying so hard to get at them, He can even Ignore(!) some dogs already

and in general he doesn't make a lot of noise, just a little bit of a whine as we walk past like he's saying 'But I just wanted to have a
Proper look!'
He's now on a raw chicken based diet which has settled his stomach, such a relief. He ate a single small chip off the floor a few days ago and well... there were a LOT of night time trips outside.
Today.. I feel a bit sorry for myself, and he feels sorry for himself...
Woke up feeling really run down, found out later there's been some potentially bad news in the family. Thought I'd take Dex to Hardcastle Crags because it's a nice walk and would be able to chill out a little bit. But of course it would be today that he has his off day. Going for every single dog's throat, pulling me over on the footpaths, massive prey drive. He was going for a labrador and I shouted at him and he turned on me and has taken 2 chunks out one of my fingers but it could have been a lot worse. The owner of the other dog came back to see if I was ok and then when she left I just sat there at the side of the road for half hour crying and feeling like he's too much for me

Obviously he at least realised he'd done something really wrong because he was submissive if I so much as looked at him and good as gold most of the way back even voluntarily walking behind me down steps(which is proving a tough one at other times) . Had a go at two more dogs while I was talking to a man who has a dog he gets on with though he was even snappy at him today. Managed to pull me down the river bank twice in that time. Then at least for the last 5 minutes he was fine.
Gut feeling is my run down ness really affected him making him even more unsure of everything around him.
I did get really angry with him at one point trying to walk down a wet grass path, my ankles were really sore and I'd given him a long lead and he just kept pulling and waiting then pelting off again which kept jarring the lead and him and me. Slipped over and just sat there seething until he walked over to me and sat down.
You know when the emotions just HIT? For a moment I wished he'd just disappear. Aligned myself to calm down, used a bit of EFT (Emotional freedom techniques- find them useful

) and came to a more rational place and was able to look at the whole situation more objetcively.
But am glad he's here... it's just an off day for both of us... a hard one.

And I love him very much anyway
Sorry for the sorry venting x
*also re-realised after being bitten that the calm but firm mannor works much better.

So... feel guilty, but also feel like ... kind of glad I got the reminder even if I don't wish to repeat it.