Thursday, July 19, 2007

My dogs have taken to herding me from time to time. We all go walking - those two, Sugar, and myself, everyday but occasionally I don't want to. After they've done their initial psychic-understanding "we-are-going-for-a-walk" dance, they start hedging me in in such a way that makes it difficult to walk unless I move the way they want me to go. That is toward the door.

It's very flattering.