Almost every picture of them outside my house involves them being tied up. Here they are outside my local sandwich shop.
Years ago a woman I dated, who I met in therapy dog class (training to volunteer your dogs for nursing home visits and the like) made fun of their chain leashes, as if they were part of some bondage outfit.
When they were puppies, I used to bring them into a bar where I d-jayed. Willie would chew through his nylon leash and spring loose. The chains ensure they won't ever do that. It's heavier to walk them with these, but I'm used to it.
I wish I could just leave them loose on the street.
No comments:
Post a Comment