r. says i'm only impatient with her, and other people. i'm impatient with dogs too, but i reflect on that and i negotiate better with dogs. i say to mister, maybe you're right, maybe i should slow down, i think you are wise, people like me who are impatient should slow down. sometimes i have to keep you going though. we do have to get somewhere. if i slow down now will you speed up when it's time to go? 
this morning i deferred to mister's enthusiasm for winter. my grim attitude blew around as the snow. and prompted by snow joy, he ran.