Mom and dad have decided to take us out for more walks. A walk is where they take you outside to walk around, but you are only allowed to walk in a straight line while wearing a harness. Sometimes you turn corners, but its mostly a straight line. It is a very weird sport. Mom and dad seem to take it very seriously, though.
The world, I am learning, is filled with many many houses that look like ours, except without the dead shrubbery. Each yard has the potential for being a gold mine of poo from countless unseen doggies, doggies that may have poo'd that poo many weeks ago. "How exciting!" I thought when I realized this, but I quickly discovered that hunting for crunchy poo bits in the grass is NOT part of the walk game.
Another thing I learned is that there are lots of dogs that live in my neighborhood. Most of them screamed at me and Leroy when we went by. "Get out of my yard!!!!" they would scream, and they sometimes called us very rude names I refuse to say here. There are children (Leroy) around, you know. Despite these horrid dogs with no manners WHATSOEVER, there were a few that yelled "Come play! Come play!" and we tried as hard as we could to pull mom and dad over to them. No luck. It was walk the straight line or get scowled at by mom.
When we got home I asked mom for my prize. "What prize?," she asked. "The one for winning the walk game," I said. She just looked at me for a few minutes with that vacant look humans get a lot, so I walked away.
Just like a human to forget having prizes.
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