Walking my human
September 21, 2005
On my walk the other day I came across a little dog walking its elderly keeper. I don’t know what kind of dog, but it was one of those squat, broad-shouldered, pug-nosed canines that give the impression of a lot of strength in a small package. The leash to its human was connected to one of those doggie-harnesses designed to allow maximum thrust.
On the upper end of the leash was a poor guy looking very like one who was quite tired of being pulled around by this little black dynamo. I could name him, but I mercifully won’t.
As we exchanged a few pleasantries, me with a relaxed smile and he somewhat breathlessly, I wondered to myself whether he had ever considered a nasty choke collar. I didn’t speculate about the thoughts of the pooch, but there was a smile on its face, the creature.
Dave, thinking perhaps justice was being served.
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