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I can't imagine what it must be like to be a doggie with all walks constrained by a leash. It didn't used to be that way, but times have changed and today it is much harder to be a dog.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 24, 2011 at 7:05 PM
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cpklapper
RR As friendly as most dogs appear on their master’s leash they hold them back too from smelling other strollers cpk. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on November 24, 2011 at 11:36 AM
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I forgot to wish you a happy Thanksgiving.
posted by
UtahJay
on November 24, 2011 at 11:18 AM
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My old dog and I walk through our acre lot throughout the milder seasons, and though there is no fence on the street side she never leaves...the border was learned I suppose, or there are no bird scents there to draw her interest, and yet she protects it all with vigor, up to those boundaries and not beyond. I truly enjoyed this poem finding it vivid, as if I were being walked.
posted by
UtahJay
on November 24, 2011 at 11:06 AM
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Well sir haven't you ever walked past someone and thought for no reason. "I don't like that guy." I suspect your dog feels the same, but a lot stronger . How do they travel sometimes miles when a dog is in season ? I guess you are right many barriers exist
quite an interesting poem especially for dog owners.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 24, 2011 at 9:44 AM
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