And this morning, it was a walk.
She'd gone to gather up all the necessities of a walk (working vests and leashes, to be exact), which apparently both canines could just sense were approaching in the way that any dog knew a walk was incoming. Tails wagged at a thousand miles an hour. At least both were well trained and didn't start barking up a storm as she got closer. She paused at the gate to the kennel, holding her hand up in the gesture she'd been instructed meant 'sit'. Both rumps hit the ground. Eyes followed as she reached for the latch for the gate.
And both very good dogs, yes so good remained seated as Fox stepped inside the kennel. "Okay, Waffle first!" The dog, while permanently serious faced, practically vibrated as the vest went on. Habanero, however, was all barks. Hurry up! Me next! ME NEXT.
Fox would definitely need help to walk them both.
The Semblance of Unity