Walking the Puppy, or so I thought

Today, Coco and I went for a walk.

That is, I carried him to the nearby playground, and set him down.

At home, I first put on his collar. I was amazed at how small it was for him, not realizing that he had put it in his mouth, and was chewing it, when I thought otherwise.

Next step, leash on then go. Coco replied, I don’t-

wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna

and you can’t force me to do so!

OK. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just carry you for a while, until you get used to the fact of being outside.

I was starting to be in doubt, who was in charge here. After all, I was the leader of our pack, but Coco doesn’t know what that means just yet.

Now, we started home. Coco started out, going in every other direction, than I was headed in, but he was moving all the same. We stopped by the neighbor’s house to say hello.

That seemed OK, but getting going again was not in Coco’s immediate plans. I don’t-

wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna

and you can’t make me, unless you pick me up again.

Nice and easy. We started off again, with some enjoyment to be had. I had to steer him toward the front door, as he didn’t seem to recognize the house from the outside. He stopped dead in his tracks. He pulled and cried, but wouldn’t come inside. I don’t-

wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna

and you can’t make me, but seeing as how the house seems warm, I’ll go along with it this time.

Dog walks man. Dog wins…

Now, I’m tired, so leave me alone until you are needed again…

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Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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