And boy is mom trained, she gathers our Martingale leash and collars and waits by the back door for us to accept them and prance outside.
Personally, I like when she lets my leash go and wanders of with Gri so I have some privacy. I always go to the door when I'm finished - - especially on the bitterly windy days that make my legs wobble with shivers and my ears blow in different directions.
On some mornings, Zeus prances by us and I acknowledge him with a beautifully shrill bark. He needs to know this is my domain - my yard, my mom, my home sweet home. Yesterday, I ran to Hercules, but he didn't want to play with me and his mom was not at all happy that I asked.