To avoid disease, we were told by our breeder and our vet to not walk Waylon in public places until his second round of puppy shots. I was chomping at the bit to get him out into the parks and take long, relaxing meanders through the neighborhood. When the time came after his second shots at 11 weeks old, I was disappointed to find that Waylon didn’t seem to like walking. He had to be coaxed forward with almost every step. My husband and I together were able to get him on some good walks where he only needed a bit of prodding, but alone we could barely get him past the neighbor’s house.
Waylon was timid and spooked by loud cars, bikes whizzing by, and general city sounds. He always knew which direction was home and would pull excitedly when he knew we were headed back. We would soothe him and give him small bits of treats when strange new experiences happened that scared him. Happy voices, love and rewards go a long way! Soon enough, we saw improvement and I’m happy to report at 18 weeks old he loves walking! He’s still a laid back berner at heart and is never jumping up and down when I gleefully say “Let’s go on a walk, Waylon!,” but he prances around excited by new experiences now, instead of afraid. Hooray for growing up!