If the vet doesn't know what Sally is; how are us mere mortals supposed to figure it out. I have a few clues. I think she's part hickory since she loves to eat sticks. A lot of Curious George with a little sled dog thrown in the mix. It makes me wonder how she can keep chomping at the bit to go faster without getting choked. But, on the other hand you have to admire her exuberance; her curiosity that this body could probably use a little of. I'm reminded that I'm slightly (I'm being kind here) out of shape and if Sally is a good tool to help me get in shape; more power to her.
We walked back from the Bread Company this morning--Jack in the stroller and Sally on the leash. With a few exceptions she stayed right at my side and there were no crashes or dog pancakes. Now she's peacefully sleeping. I'm enjoying it.
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