Suburban Dog

June 21, 2015
A free-range dog for all her life, Frolic rarely had need for leashes. When we traveled, she would wear the same leather leashes the bassets wore. Once though, we bought her a pretty pink and green leash from the Middleburg Tack Exchange. Instead of just grudgingly accepting her restraint as most dogs would, she wore it with absurd pride. Where the leash slacked, she held it lightly in her mouth, taking on the duty of walking herself as she kicked her paws out in an elegant extended trot. She thought it terribly funny to pretend to be a suburban dog.