Exhibit A: taut leashes, red-alert postures, all canine muscles fully engaged. No wonder my gait is akimbo!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Taut and tethered
I remember with great fondness an autumn walk with my mother and Andy, many years ago, during a weeklong visit to our home. Descending a steep wooded trail, Andy fumbled with his camera, calling out to his wife as she got dragged down the hill by Maude. "Marianne!", he called, "Wait! I want to take your picture!" It was indeed a lofty wish. My mother, nearly airborne, was already out of sight. When we caught up with her, she shot me a glance and posed a reasonable question. "When are you going to get a dog that isn't intended for hunting?"