Oh Abby. Sometimes it’s
so hard to walk her.
A quick click of
the leash and we start to walk in sync.
Abby to my left, keeping the pace.
I am comfortable. Too
comfortable.
Suddenly the leash becomes
taut as Abby flops to the ground and rolls. Back and forth, a grin stretches across
her face. After a few minutes, she leaps
to her feet and shakes her beautiful glossy black coat of fur. It does no good: grass and leaves and road debris cling to
her.
We continue to walk until….the
leash becomes taut yet again.
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