Did You Say Walk????

My days are pretty quiet, except when the two-legger makes them not so.  Like if he picks up the leash, or puts his jacket or shoes on, or grabs a poop bag, or if he moves towards the front door.  You know the drill, all of those clues suggest "Walkies!"  I could be sound asleep chasing squirrels, and then the rattle of the leash, the swish of the poop bag, or the subtle sound of shoes being laced rocket me from deep slumber to Code Red, Walk Alert. 

Often I catch him carrying his jacket, shoes and poop bag out of the house in an attempt to deny me the excitement of another walk.  I am so astute, I never, or seldom, miss his exit. If I am awake.  But when I do catch him heading out the door, I exert my Yellow Labrador Ninja mind-manipulation skills and shame him into leashing me up and taking me for a patrol in the 'hood. 

Sometimes it works. Sometimes not so much.   Whoof, I'm exhausted just thinking about it.  A nap sounds good. Talk to you later.

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