I was walking Brenda last Saturday morning when we passed a woman sitting on a bench and drinking a cup of coffee. For some reason Brenda didn't like her and she growled and snarled. The woman was so startled she spilled her coffee on herself. I felt horrible and so I stopped to see if she was ok. Brenda is fine if I'm in between her and whatever has scared her, so I just kept her in a sit on my side farthest away from the woman.
After a few minutes, and an abbreviated version of Brenda's story, the woman was no longer angry and instead sympathetic.
Walking Brenda can be like running through a minefield.
Brenda, AKA Little Piglet
In memory of Brenda!
My dogs and me
Sadie is on my right and Porter is on my left
2 comments:
Your last two posts made me cry. The third to last post made me feel sorry for the dude. I can envision those pathetic eyes with half a plastic bag hanging out of his mouth right in front of me.
I know. Poor Porter!
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