Every evening I get taken for a short walk after dinner. One last stretch of the legs before we all settle in for a relaxing night. It’s also my opportunity to have a quick bathroom break.
But sometimes I just don’t fancy – or need – a walk down the hill and back. No matter how slowly I walk, mummy and daddy walk on, chatting away, blissfully ignorant to my procrastination and the fact that the flexi-leash is extending further and further and further.
Until it stops.
Sometimes, I just have to take a stand, or sit, to make my point. Not today, thank you!
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