Golden Dox
This morning I took Bonnie for a longer walk than usual – or rather she walked me. I don’t know why she thinks she has to move at freeway speed. I know it isn’t comfortable for her to have her collar choking her as I am leaning against the leash trying to slow her down. She never learns. For the most part she has pulled either me or Jenna along. I don’t know what triggered my memory of Houdini or entering him in the pet contest at Cinco de Mayo celebration that Kearns does every year – or at least each year we had lived there. We had this hairy dog who loved his boys and would often “escape” to look for them – sometimes ending up at the elementary school or pound. There were several categories in which we could have entered Houdini. He would have blown all other dogs out of the water ...