The pack mule trudges along the path, driving the team, but who drives the pack mule? The dog does!! At least that's the way it works at our house. When I get home in the afternoons, I have barely time for a potty break before the whining begins in earnest. "Take me out, plllleeeaaase take me for a walk, puleeease!!" So, rather than have the authorities come knocking on my door for animal abuse, we go out.
It's a good thing actually. I need to walk. I need to walk a lot. I can make all the excuses I want to not go walking, but she never listens. She's a great workout partner...always ready to go. I guess this is how she earns her keep around here. Somebody's got to keep me in line. Good thing she's cute.
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Much better than paying $19.99 for membership to a gym one can see from one's house, but never manages to get over there. (Ahem)
Maybe you should rent her out.
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