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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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Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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