I went jogging by the lake yesterday morning. Already there were a couple of early-morning risers walking their dogs.

As I approached a woman with a cute beagle, she considerately pulled in her dog’s leash. Hitherto said dog had been running about on a long leash, happily peeing into the base of nearby trees. As I neared them, dog tried to pull against the leash, making to chase me. Woman pulls on the leash harder, and with an authoritative voice commanded the dog to “Stay”.

The obedient, well-trained pet sat on his/her heels. And looking longingly at me, whimpered.

I can only imagine his/her thoughts at the moment. “LET. ME. GO… WANT. TO. CHASE. LITTLE. GIRL.”

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