She came home from wherever she’d been and took me outside way earlier than we usually go for a walk. So far, so good.
When we got out in the yard my person had a friend waiting to go with us. That’s good too.
We headed to the trails like we normally do, but as soon as we got through the parking lot we took this other trail, not the normal one.
This other trail heads right back to the street. It comes out at the other end of the block.
I couldn’t figure it out. I mean, is my person’s friend a walking wimp or something? We never go on this short of a walk. This is hardly a walk at all.
Then we got there. The other end of the block. And there to greet us were Kaiser and Lica, the two dogs that live at the other end of the block.
Well, I’d met Kaiser before and I’d given him what for, and my person had made me go home that time.
Now there were two of them. And they’re bigger than me. And guess what. They were going on a walk with us. Oops.
Now here’s the worst part. Kaiser and Lica didn’t have to go on leashes – and I did. No fair!
My person kept saying I’d run off if she let me off the leash. What kind of talk is that? She doesn’t trust her own dog?
That might not have been quite so bad except that Kaiser and Lica got to chase after sticks.
Next time my person throws me my Frisbee I’m making her go after it herself. That’ll teach her.