The other day, on my trails I had my chance. We were walking along and we came across a black dog. But you know what my person did? She made me wait until the black dog and her people had walked further along. Then she made me turn down a different trail so we wouldn’t meet that black dog again.
We got to the place where we usually turn around, and guess what? We found that black dog again. But my person held tight to my leash and wouldn’t let me go meet her. I was hoping she would come over to see me. She started coming my direction, but then she went the other way to where her people were.
The black dog and her people even followed us back, but no luck. I still didn’t get to meet her.
Maybe if I told my person that was really a white dog that dyed her hair she’d loosen my leash.
Guess what! I think that black dog is following me because when I was at the dog park yesterday she showed up. And I didn’t have my leash on so my person couldn’t tell me who to hang out with.
And now I have a new girlfriend named LeighLa.