Dog Running, Part the Second

The OG plan was to go home, change, or at least grab my running shoes, drive to J.L.'s, and walk K.L. However, events forced me to stay at work and hour later than I intended. So, straight shot there, getting lost only once.

It's strange, sitting here in J.L.'s condominium, K.L. running around, me essentially pretending to be J.L. for a little while. I don't feel like an outright intruder, since I received permission and everything. On the other hand, i notice things, big and little, that remind me, in a Heinlein-esque fashion, I am a stranger in a strange land. Do you grok?

The biggest inconsistency is K.L. My apartment complex does not allow pets, and I have never exhibited any strong desire to have a pet since I was four, and my parents got an untrained german shepherd. To this day, I fear dogs able to put their forelegs on my shoulders, as I fear K.L. a little. I think she smells it.

J.L. just called. He was worried when I didn't pick up earlier, and told me he feared he would get a message from me, breathless, wheezing, saying I had to chase after K.L. and had lost her. A completely valid concern. Would you trust me with your child?

I harnessed K.L's pink collar to her pink lanyard/leash, pocketed a convenient doggy bag (not that kind) J.L. left on the counter, and took K.L. outside.

The leash had a loop at one end, so I threaded my fingers through and wound it around my hand once. Almost immediately, K.L. subjected me to her raw power as she bolted and almost dislocated my shoulder.

I do not walk dogs. Dogs walk me. K.L. dragged me this way and that, showing me all the best grass to sniff, all the best bushes to sniff, all the best aged dog poop to sniff. Really, she is an aromatic collector, and I am just there to soak it all in.