Sparky was never going to catch that squirrel, but I used that as an excuse to get him outside for a walk. The walk went fine as long as Sparky was going downhill. The weather was very comfortable, so I thought we could go for a long walk. As Sparky was taking a whiz by the creek, I started up the big hill. He wouldn’t budge.
Sparky could accept that we were on a walk instead of killing squirrels, but we didn’t have to make this a death march. Sparky thought I should be grateful that he would walk back to the house without needing to be carried.
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