Ash was not happy with me today. I bought her a harness because she’s getting old and is constantly getting tangled up by her leash. I figured the harness would keep the leash up out from under her paws – that’s what it appears to do for the neighborhood pugs and puggles and poodles.
But Ash didn’t like this plan. She moved more nimbly than I have seen her move in months to avoid the harness. If she had that type of dexterity daily, I wouldn’t have bought the thing to begin with!
Perhaps she feels there is a stigma attached to it. Like an elderly woman insisting she doesn’t need a walker, she thinks if she can sidestep the straps, she can stop the aging.
Obviously I’m anthropomorphizing my dear aging Ash pup. Or Ashley – only my mom still calls her that.
Ash is just a dog. She just wants to sniff the good sniffs. Sleep. Eat. Relive her youth by chasing the occasional stick.
Luckily, she is just a dog. If she only knew what I could have bought her.