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"Soon, boy, soon."
The woman holding the leash smiled with as much anticipation as the dog at her side showed by his body language.
It was a credit to his training from all the proprietors that he didn't strain or pull, knowing if she said, "Soon," she meant it.
A few more moments of walking and they went through a gate onto a private property the woman had been told she could use, an acre or so of woods and walks and even a small pond, a veritable doggie playground where the animal could run and play and "get his wiggles out," as she liked to say.
Hunga held still as she unfastened his Pet Partners' harness, then she let him loose to run, knowing he'd have a ball smelling all the smells and even chasing a few squirrels within the safe bounds of the fenced property.
Mimi sat on a bench by the side of the small pond, leaned back, slipped out of her shoes to stretch her toes, then opened a book and thought to herself, the dog and i both need a half-hour off lead every day for our sanity.
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge Blog, where she hosts Six Sentence Stories, and the cue is Lead.
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