Yesterday I went for my walk and I was bumping it up a knotch. I drove the route first to get the mileage. I went by this one house and a big dog trying to get out of the fence. No big deal. Kind of cute. Across the street this little ankle biter comes charging. I stopped and tried to shoo it away before he got ran over. It yapped and chased me about 100 feet. I was getting tired and things were starting to get familiar. Dang, I had made a wrong turn and made one huge circle and I was back to the dogs again. This time the little one wasn’t out. I got all the way to the corner and here he come. I was hot and tired and in no mood to play and yelled “get out of here” He turned running. Today I’m gonna take some kibbles and work on beast mastering.
The little ankle-biters are the ones that always get you the worst. But at least you’re out and walking. That’s more than I can say. Hang in there!