Our dog is a pretty opinionated little terrier mix that viciously barks when she wants to play with a passing dog. Truly, if given the chance to meet another dog, her tail whirls like a helicopter as they touch noses. We have a few new neighbors with dogs of their own, and they'll quit avoiding us one day, I'm sure.
In the Fall and the first weeks of Spring, Little Bit had a habit of going up to houses and trying to explore around the parked cars. Thankfully, that's been replaced by racing his daddy. He got scraped knees as a result of the races today, but he didn't quit.
On the last half of our walk, I run ahead about ten to twenty yards and stop. Then, each time, he announces the race to my husband, who agrees to race. They take off, sometimes with Bitty calling back to his daddy, others with his tongue sticking out, concentrating. He always wins and he's always ready for more.
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