I was walking my dogs with my wife this morning along the route we normally take. It was very humid and the sky was grey with the threat of rain. As frequently happens for no apparent reason, the dog I had froze and refused to continue. Real or imaginary, she was afraid of something. I attempting to herd her forward until a string trimmer came to life and she planted her feet. My wife and I switched dogs and we continued. Mommy doesn’t put up with that kind of behavior.
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