I don’t mind a coat. At least not too much. I’d rather not wear it though. I like feeling the wind blow my fur around. But sometimes it gets cold out. I’m from Alaska and was raised in Michigan by Mommie Kim. This is Ohio. Alaska and Michigan are colder than Ohio, aren’t they? Well, maybe, but it does get cold here too. And Mom Diana said I had to wear it for our walks when it’s cold.
We were just going down the lane to get the mail. It’s a long walk. About ¼ of a mile. I didn’t need my coat. But since I’m such a good girl I let her put it on me. And off we went.
I don’t need a leash either. When we’re running around the yard or out in the meadow, I don’t wear one. I love to run free. It’s safe. Besides how could I run after the ball if I’m leashed? And I love to chase after the ball.
I have to wear a leash when we cross the road. To get the mail we have to cross the road. Sometimes we walk all the way over to the creek or up the road. It’s pretty quiet. Except sometimes a car or big, big truck goes by. The trucks scare me. They’re noisy. They haul grain to the silo, so we don’t see them in the winter.
Mom said I don’t have to wear a leash when we’re walking down the lane, but
I insist Mom puts my leash on. We may not be near the road, but the trees aren’t here to protect me like they are around the house and meadow. Besides when I see the leash in Mom’s hand I insist she hook it to my halter.
She walks pretty fast so most of the time she keeps up with me. Sometimes she drops my leash. I have to turn around and pick up the leash myself and hand it to her. I make sure I scold her too. She shouldn’t ever, ever drop my leash.
When I scold her for dropping my leash and hand it back to her, she laughs at me. I don’t know what’s so funny. Humans. Gosh. Sometimes they are really weird.
