Now that we've moved to a neighborhood in Florida from the hills of Connecticut, we take our walks on leashes, rather than bounding freely through tick infested forests. Of course we liked the freedom, but that apres-romp tweezer deal was something easy to leave behind.
Actually, leashes are quite helpful to us in our current lives. In Connecticut, we had to drive places to be with other dogs, but this neighborhood is packed full of them, although frankly, some scare us. That's where the leash comes in- for them, not for us. We have nothing against rottweilers, but when we see one maniacally pulling its human companion in our direction, our mother has the good sense to use the time it takes for crazycakes to reach us on his leash, to get us the heck out of there.
But forget the rottweiler; there are many other dogs we can't wait to see. One of our favorite friends lives on our block, She is a long haired chihuahua named Chloe d'Amour. Although she tried to bite us the first few times we met, we just figured it was because she, like her human mother, is French. From what we've heard, you have to earn your friendship with the French, and once you do, we agree, it is well worth it.
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