October 29th 2008 6:09 pm
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Dad took me and Mulligan on a walk tonight to deliver the RSVP to the neighborhood Halloween festivities. Little Lad went along. Little Lad is 47 inches tall and weighs about 48 pounds, after a large meal. Dad decided to let Little Lad be in charge of MY Leash.
OK, can we have a collective: "And what were you thinking, Dad?"
Dad was walking along with Mulligan. Little Lad was walking along with me. A stranger approached with another Dog and walked right up to us!
Yep, I went into Pennie Attack Mode! Little Lad got scared and immediately dropped the leash. Dad got into the middle of the fray. Mulligan, for once, behaved like a perfect gentleman.
The stranger swore unprintable words at Dad and the strange Dog barked unprintable words at me. Dad returned me home. His hands were all scratched up from separating dogs. He locked me in the bathroom.
Mom is all upset, of course. How could this happen? Well, of course, I was protecting my Pup, Little Lad. Eventually I was let out and there was blood on the bathroom floor. I have a bit of a torn ear as a battle scar. Mom says it's not enough to warrant a vet trip. Dad has sworn off letting Little Lad hold the leash. Mom doesn't have to swear that off because she doesn't let anyone under the age of 18 hold the leash of me or Mulligan. She is thinking about changing that to her age, since Dad is one year younger.
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