2nd Thursday [3]: The Evolution of Doggery


Raisin on the trail a block from our house.

Punkin was a zig-zagger when we walked her. The grass was always greener on the other side of the sidewalk, from where she had just crossed and now wanted back again. It was just annoying enough to make me proclaim to Jennifer, “I will teach our next dog to ‘heel.'” Raisin had other ideas.

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