Sunday, March 29, 2015

Ouija Doge

Since we got to the park late, Coco doesn't get to go off-leash. I'm trying to let her lead me where she wants to go, to simulate the off-leash experience, but she knows she's tethered, so she's following me, following her.

We nose around the muddy, barely alive grass, circling piles of dead leaves, until the feedback loops us to a standstill, watching a pair of robins.

They stand a few feet from us, watching us watching them, and the biggest one with the puffed out, bright red chest looks like he wants to pick a fight.

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