A profoundly misplaced potato…


It has taken him quite a while but Torso Boy has finally gotten to a point where I can trust him to stay close and listen when I talk to him, even when we’re out away from the yard. He’s not seeing much of the leash these days.

Rule #1 and most important: Don’t venture out of my sight. Everything here that’s higher on the food chain than a rabbit wants to eat you.


Sometimes he’ll see something that needs closer investigation and that’s fine; I’ll keep an eye on him but keep walking. But if he gets to feeling left too far behind…


Those tiny legs blur until he has regained his station at the front of the parade. Which is right where I want him, because appearances aside he’s still a dog and still capable of being led astray by an enticing rabbit when my back is turned.

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3 Responses to A profoundly misplaced potato…

  1. Judy says:

    Yeah! I’ve only been around a couple of dogs that their noses didn’t get them into trouble and both of them were German Shorthairs.

  2. DaveS says:

    Congratulations! It’s so nice to be able to walk with the dog(s) and not have to have them on a leash. Both of you get to enjoy them freedom.

  3. Looks like he’s decided that he’s your pack, or you’re his pack.

To the stake with the heretic!