We’ve been walking our neighbors dog while his owner recuperates from a bout a pneumonia. A few of our neighbor’s jaw’s dropped when they saw us stroll by with this guy. Some folks are dog people and some are not. Having been bit a couple of times, I fall somewhere in between and we sort of know which neighbors don’t care for them.
There must be a trick to getting the leash (rope) to stay on top of the dog but we haven’t figured that out yet. It keeps falling under the dog and then he steps on it while he walks and then pees on it when he lifts his leg (every other tree). Leo has named all his dogs Tasha. There were three before we moved here and there have been four since. This time Tasha is a boy and we keep saying “she” and then correcting ourselves. It gets tedious. Now I know how Johnny Cash felt. the new Tashas have all been part of Lollypop Farms” “Seniors For Seniors” program. Some are in rough shape themselves and they don’t last long. And then there was the one that bit me on the ass and then turned on Leo. He was taken back.
We visited Leo when he was in the nursing home and he told us he thought he had “passed the physical therapy test and he was going home”. He was sitting up, waiting for the doctor to stop by and sign the release, when we walked in. While we talked a nurse called us out in the hall to tell us that he had packed his clothes at least five times and they had to keep unpacking them and hanging them back up. He is a tough customer and it’s good to see him getting his strength back.
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