My master often gets frustrated with me on our long walks around the lake at Winton Woods.   I don’t get out of the house much, since someone feels the need to leave from 8 to 5 every day during the week.  And when I do get to go outside, I like to go exploring.  Life is too short to walk around with your nose in the air like your some kind of Cockapoo or Shitzadoodle.  Sorry, it was hard to find an article/picture of a shitzadoodle… if you click on the name you have to scroll down the page to the “Happy Ending” on August 12th, 2004… yeah, Happy Ending.  I know, I know… a Happy Ending for a Shitzadoodle.  The thought of it bothered me too. 

 Anyway, considering I am only 6 inches off of the ground and have a heightened sense of smell I think it’s only fair that my master cuts me a little slack and let’s me investigate things that I come across during our walk.  That, and I like to eat ants so he could allow me that one vice.  I know I’m slow… it takes us nearly an hour and a half to walk around the lake at Winton Woods.  But I have short legs and I need to stop and smell the turf every hundred feet or so.  What do you people think?  Is it fair to keep me trapped in the kitchen all day and then expect me to do a lap around the woods in a half an hour?! 

Let me know what you think I can do to keep the master from breaking my neck by pulling on my leash when we’re out walking!!!