As he picked up my leash, the clinking of the metal head was music to my ears as I dashed out of the door and wagged my tail with full force in enthusiasm and anticipation. In a way, it was a trick to entice my owner to give me a longer walk. i wonder if it really works, but this is one trick that is staying in my book.
Then he attached the leash to my collar as i stayed still to allow him ease of putting it on. My leash is short but i am old, and increasingly I am bounded by my weak legs rather than that short leash. What a drag, old age...
Learning to live with a leash is definitely a transition from my mongrel status to a domestic family pet. It is my release to 30mins of exertion and excretion. It was also a curse to my movement, but as i have said, a mere annoyance now.
As we exited the elevator, excitedly i took the lead as we headed to the open air! However, just a turn of the head i came into my instinctual prey - a cat. We locked eyes an in a span of a millisecond, i saw it tense up. We sized each other up. It was a young one, puny and small. A million thoughts raced through my mind - I could see that it was very afraid. I was sure i was able to catch it since it is still young and inexperienced. Oh it would be exhilarating to clamp down on its body as I cornered it. And it would be nice to see if I still had it. You are going down little kitty! All these thoughts condensed into a ball of energy waiting to be released in an instant. I am ready for the kill.
Just then, there was a tug at my collar. I turned my head towards the park, and trotted happily down.
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