Walter, my almost 14 year-old Cavalier puppy, has become a little too fragile to take for long walks. But my 4 year-old mammoth, mix-bread baby girl, still spins in circles when there’s any mention of “going” anywhere. She’s ready to run. So the other day, I left Walter at the door, staring at me with those sad, sad eyes, and snuck down the street with Hartley. She ran excitedly down the street, nearly bouncing with each prancing step.
She was in her happy place.
When we reached the secluded spot where I usually slip off her leash and let her run, she suddenly stalled out. I let her loose and said, “Go get ’em girl!” to which she usually hauls off in a blaze of glory. But instead of taking off, she sheepishly sat back and gave me a little whimper.
It was so strange.
I looked all around thinking maybe there was some …