When Treasure and I go walking we always have one of two options: we can go to the right and walk toward the community pool, or we can go to the left and head up to the boulevard that runs alongside our division. We try to mix it up, going to the right in the morning and the left in the evening. Makes life more interesting!
Treasure, being the sweet little girl that she is, surprised me with a habit that I had attributed only to boy dogs, that of "marking" her territory! She sniffs and checks to see who's been around, then marks that spot to let her friends know she was there too! And that, as you know, requires grass, preferably green, soft, St. Augustine grass!
Imagine her dismay when we rounded the corner to find this very unwelcome sign! They couldn't mean Treasure! One little dog with barely a thimble-full of pee (which we are grateful to be able to expel, thank you very much - if they only knew our story!).
So now comes the Terrier tug-of-war: it's "me against the masses" and with all the strength in her compact little frame, she forces her way toward the prize. That's when the Terrier in me had to pull and prevail, dragging her coughing and choking off the grass and onto the cold, impersonal pavement, devoid of the scent of her canine co-conspirators.
"Cough! Cough! Wheeze!"
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