Nearly every day I think, “He minds so well. And he’s not that young anymore. Is this dumb leash still really so essential?”
And then I come to my senses. He’s obedient to the leash because he knows it’s there and he has accepted that dragging against it does no good. But he’s still a predator, still an impulsive idiot, still has “kill a calf” written in gold Sharpy at the top of his bucket list…
Yeah. The leash stays.
















































