Sometimes I just can’t figure people out. They just don’t make any sense.
I started taking my person for a walk and we had hardly gotten out on my trails when she said, “We have to go back.”
What gives? We never go on this short of a walk. If she’s in this much of a hurry she just lets me out in the back yard.
My person said something about frozen food she left in the trunk.
I don’t know what she’s worried about. That food will still be in the trunk when we get back from our walk.
And if it stops being frozen and she doesn’t want it any more, I’ll eat it.
That food’s not going to go to waste.
As long as it’s not frozen olives in the trunk, that is. I won’t eat those in any way, shape, or form.
But I’ll eat all the other not frozen food.
So don’t worry person. We can go on our walk, and I’ll take care of the food when we get back home.
Well, my person wouldn’t go for it and we had to go back.
She got all the food out of the trunk and put it away – and then she said since we’d already had part of a walk and she had to be somewhere soon, we could only go on half a walk.
You should have left that food up to me, person.
I was really getting frustrated with my person until we got back from our half a walk.
Not only had she gone to the frozen food store, she’d gotten me something special at the pet store.
She got me an antler.
I needed one of those.
Maybe we should go on half a walk more often.
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