Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 107)...

Once more, it's time for....


Well, kiddies, one day this past week, the weather was actually not rainy or windy or cold. It was overcast, but still tolerable. I had to drop some Netflix movies off at the post office and mom needed to visit two of her friends to give them recipes. And we decided to walk to them all. And, we decided to take Angel, the dog, for a walk with us.

Angel is a pretty good dog. Dumber than a sack of hair, but she's generally sweet and nice and she listens very well. We let her out into the backyard, and she runs around like crazy. But if we yell for her, she stops. She comes back to us if called. She'll hang around us if we tell her to. But she's used to running free.

We always had a regular leash on her if we took her for walks, but she was used to just running, and I don't think she ever grasped the concept of a lease. She'd end up just pulling on the leash as it choked her. So, mom got one of those chest leash things. It goes over her back and under her front arms and fastens udnerneath, and you attach the regular leash to it. This is what we used on our walk.


As you can see, Angel still has yet to grasp the concept of a leash, ANY type of leash.

At least she's not choking herself.

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