Fear on a dog day afternoon
I did some odd jobs, watched by the dog probably puzzled as to my presence. I had a cup of coffee on the porch with the dog at my feet watching me.
I followed it up with a quick nap on my bed, with the dog again alongside me, watching me.
Every time I moved towards a cupboard where her lead lay the old girl dragged herself up and followed me. She would stand there waiting. I knew what she was thinking. Was this the moment when she got her walk?
Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I clicked the lead on to her collar and picked up a plastic bag for her poo and we headed out the door. MORE of a great story! >>
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