So, me and the hound are trundling round the block. Him on a shortish extender lead. We turn a corner and he discovers the most amazingly delicious whiff that simply MUST be investigated.
So he brakes. I brake too - to avoiding yanking him off his feet, or wrenching his neck.
You've seen him. 8.5lbs, soaking wet.
The sniff sniffed, and the equally important leg **** cocked, we proceed.
And a woman, walking in the other direction, says
'Well, we know who's in charge of you, don't we?'
What a *****.
He's actually quite a well trained dog. Waits at the front door until he's given permission to come out to the bins with me. Sits and lets me go through the front door first. Does Meercat impressions on command. Sits, lies, waits on command.
But sniffing, widdling and investigating... Well, it's just mental cruelty to deny a dog those, isn't it?
I just pity any dog that woman had control over.