Sara is our 10 yr old lab mix who even as a young dog was a lumbering lummox who never went more than a mile without lying down and rolling in the grass to rest and cool off. Now that she is old and arthritis has set in she goes about 100 yds and is done.. But she still loves her "walks', so the routine we have is to walk up about a city block and then back home before Russ and I take our real walk.
Russ is always impatient about the speed with which Sara makes her way up the block. But today instead of just engaging in his usual impish behavior of spinning around her, he took matters into his own hands or mouth as it were. He grabbed Sara's leash and tried to be either her personal fountain of youth or trainer. It's hard to say which but my money is on him thinking he was Ponce de Leon. Anyway, he is pulling her along trying his best to speed her up, but Sara being Sara just lumbered along in her usual manner. When the show started I thought Sara would quickly put the puppy in his place but no go--she silently tolerated his antics. After about 10 ft of this I intervened, and Russ gave me one of his now legendary, "I don't get it" looks while Sara flashed a big doe eyed "thanks Mom".
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