Thank you so much for all your good thoughts and comments for Rusty and his family. I know it means a lot to them.
And now, take it away, Dexter!
Over the weekend, momma decided to break out the 87 foot leash for what she deemed to be an "adventure" for yours truly.
In the interest of full disclosure, I will tell you that the leash is actually only 50 ft. long, but one needs to be allowed some poetic license when telling a tale.
I, Dexter, was not amused by the condition of the leash, which, despite having resided in a stationary position for so long that it almost surely had moss growing on it, the blasted thing appeared to have coiled itself into knots and twists worthy of the most determined boy scout.
And to what purpose were we using this ghastly orange snake that particular day?
I was decidedly flummoxed as I soon learned that my "freedom" was not enhanced one bit.
Momma kept the majority of the leash coiled like some neon lasso whilst providing me with only a few short feet of slack.
After a somewhat constraining, but nevertheless pleasant, stroll, we arrived at our local village green.
At this point, momma dropped the string in a clump, grabbed the loopy end and strode purposefully away, leaving me behind to snuffle for leftovers from the recent pie festival.
Apparently this entire exercise was intended to be an "off leash" simulation to build momma's confidence that I really am a good dog who always minds her.
Surely she if not so daft as to think that a clever chap like me would be fooled. The drag alone made me feel as if I was pulling the Queen Mary behind me.
Momma was actually quite annoying during this time and kept calling me to her side whenever I became overly interested in a particular smell or opted to wander in a different direction than she had chosen.
I was quick to recall being somewhat bored with the entire experience and really having nothing better to do.
An adventure this was not.
These two fun little guys showed up.
Now that white fluffy dog I have met on many an occasion and have always found him quite jolly, but the little wiener dog was someone new.
Naturally, being all burly boy dogs, our first activity was to leave our own remembrances on the gigantic flag pole.
But then it was zoomie time and it was at that moment that I realized the pure genius of momma's plan.
Because, here is how it normally goes down... I meet some fun, off leash dogs and momma is so over the top paranoid that she will not drop her end of the leash and how much fun can one really have with only six feet of wiggle room?
But thanks to the (now my favorite leash in the whole world) 87 foot leash, I was able to enjoy full out zoomies with my buddies.
Let me tell you that wiener dog really had the moves.
So I am going to give the 87 foot leash four big paws up. If you can't go off leash, it is the next best thing.
Oh, and by the way, when I was ready to leave, that white fluffy dog followed me all the way across the field even though his master was calling him with increasing alarm. You know what I did? I peed on him! That's right. You have to trust me on that one because the flashy had already found its way back into momma's pocket.
The now somewhat yellowish white dog's master was a bit agitated over that but I did succeed in discouraging Mr. Fluffy Bottom from following us home.