Those of you who know me well, know I am not a fan of the leash; I much prefer to exercise my independence. Tonight's stroll into town was yet another example of exercising my right to protest the leash. Such a demonstration usually starts with me 'putting on the brakes' by stretching out my front paws and making my behind heavy. When mom then attempts to prop me up using the leash, I'll let her dangle me before going limp and lying down on the pavement or grass. Much to mom's chagrin, I'd rather let myself be dragged on my side along the pavement than to give in.
It's apparent who the boss is in this situation. Mom thinks it has something to do more with me having something called "little man syndrome"...whatever that is.
Mom and I have a dance - one that I may enjoy a bit more than she does. I'll put up my usual protest until she'll either pick me up and walk with me in her arms for a bit, or she'll trick me by pretending to get excited about something in the distance which usually has me curious enough to get up and want to look. This trick may be getting old however.
Unbeknownst to both of us, mom had an unexpected aid come to her rescue tonight. A cyclist rode up and stopped, said he had something for us. Reaching out from his pocket, he handed mom a milk bone and said "This is for him, for taking you on a walk". I quietly smirked while mom chuckled out loud. It turned out that it was her who would get the last laugh.
You won this time mom. Just gimme gimme that milk bone!
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