Patience Is A Virtue

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Who wins the walking war of wills when you take your dog for a walk?

Submitted: November 27, 2017

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Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

Lift head, look to the right before stepping quickly to the left pulling the pink woven leash attached to the matching pink woven collar taught, urging haste.

The still wet rainbow leaves blanket the grass and lay ankle deep on the sidewalk. The maples have shed half this autumns crop. At least, after the rain, the sound of falling leaves is dampened. I don’t remember the sound of falling leaves being quite so distracting and annoying.

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

Snap head up, look right then quickly to the left. Back to the right and stare at absolutely nothing up the street. Turn back to the left and take two steps on the grass.

Small patches of beautiful, vibrant deep green contrast the bright red and yellow maple leaves. This house has a white picket fence up the small slope of the front lawn. Often, the owners Cocker Spaniel sits behind the fence but never barks, just watches. S/he isn’t out today. It’s probably too cold.

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

 “Not this time, little girl,” I thought. “This time I am waiting you out. I am not playing your game, whatever it is and whatever the rules are.”

Lift head, turn left, set off on a trot. She loves to trot during her walks. We just set a good pace and:

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

It is a bright cloudless sunny, but cool afternoon. I need both a sweater and vest.

“You know, I think you make the walking rules up and change them on the spot. But you are not going to win this time. I can wait for you as long as you like. I have all afternoon.”

Head snaps up, she looks at me. Do dogs smile?

Quick turn to the left, trot, trot, trot.

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

Squat! Wait. Stand up.

“Good girl Let’s go home.”

Head up, take three steps to the left.

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

I wait, thinking unkind thoughts.

Head up, leash taught, trot, trot, trot.

She looks back over her shoulder and says, “Why are you walking so slowly? We are almost home. I can go lay next to the fire. Let’s go!”

“Slow? Me? I have been patiently waiting for you to finish your business for almost a half a mile! Slow my foot.”

She looks forward and tightens the leash. Trot, trot, trot, trot.

I have run to keep up.

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

Squat. Wait. Takes three steps to the left.

Stop.

Head down, “Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff.”

“Sigh, “I breath. “You win.”

“Of course, I do, Dad, I always win.”

She looks forward and tightens the leash. Trot, trot, trot, trot.

“We’re home, Dad, and Dad? There are no rules.”


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