I’m going to be honest here. I love walks. Walks in the morning, walks in the afternoon, walks before bed… I’m a dog, for crying out loud. It’s what I do!
I wouldn’t exactly say that my walking habits are out of control. But, well, Mom might disagree. She seems to think I need a…babysitter…of sorts.
So, when Mom said babysitter, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. I was expecting something a little more…human. I’m not a fussy doggo, but this thing she’s employed is really small, and also really noisy. And for some reason, it’s flying. I’m not sure how I feel about this. Also, it’s taking NO initiative. Am I meant to be walking it? Ugh. It’s a dog’s life.
Mom and I sure do need to have a talk when I get home.
I have decided in the interest of being a GOOD boy that I will suck it up and take this ridiculous plastic bird for a walk. I start out slow because I’m not 100% sure what I’m dealing with here. It’s kind of just hovering there, making an annoying little noise. I tug on it a bit and that seems to get it going. I better be careful, the last thing I need is to return my plastic babysitter damaged. If I do that Mom will top giving me treats.
I can’t have that, seeing as walks are already ruined.
I’m going to interrupt this broadcast quickly to point out one thing. I really hope the neighborhood dogs aren’t seeing this. Errrgh I’ll never live it down. Unless…
UNLESS.
They think I’m the one in control. Come on, bird, let’s step it up a little bit here. Get a move on. There are places to go and trees to sniff. Can’t have you dawdling up there in the sky, taking your sweet time about things.
I’m not going to go so far as to say I’m enjoying this, but me and the bird, we seem to be finding a groove. Once I taught it how to do a walk, that is.
If nothing else, it’s good at keeping up. So, I go faster and faster. I want to put it through its paces. If we’re going to be stuck with each other, we may as well make the situation work.
Secondly, because I really, really want to get home before someone sees us.
If Mom thinks she’s getting cuddles from me later, she’s barking up the wrong tree.
Nah. Just kidding. I love my humans way too much for that.
