The K-9 Kops turned Keystone when Jones refused to leave without L., Ramona was in the opposite direction digging in like the lead on a dogsled team, and I was stretched out in the middle trying to be a calm, visionary leader. If we didn’t make it onto one of those ridiculous video shows, we could possibly have a future as a new exercise craze, what with all the spinning, pivoting, leg-lifting, arm-straining, and poop-filled-bag-balancing I have to do with these two to keep them on track a la Professor Millan. It was easier when I just let them be their free-spirited selves. We don’t make New Year’s resolutions here at Walking the Dog, but we do nurse some hopes and plans. I plan to keep this up. I hope it works. The dog whisperer would say (in his fetching accent), Do not hope, just be!
Cat poop consumed: of course
