Deedee and Helen are best friends.
Dog Walker’s Lament
“I’ve walked many dogs in my day. From my own, to years of being a hired dog walker,” Deedee began.
“If you walked dogs for a living, why would you own one?” Helen asked.
“For me, it’s like an addiction. Every time I get one, I wonder what possesses me!”
“Why?” Helen asked as she selected another cookie from the plate in front of her.
“I hated dog walking from the get go!”
“Then why did you do it?”
“I insisted on leaving school at sixteen, another thing I hated. My parents agreed to sign the paperwork if I got some kind of job first. I figured walking other people’s dogs for money would be easy peasy. Boy, was I wrong!”
“I would think if you liked dogs and they liked you…” Helen said as she poured herself more coffee and sat down.
“I thought so too, until I had to walk a string of dogs at least twice, sometimes three times a day. Have you ever thought about how a dog walks?”
“Can’t say that I have.”
“You can’t be in a hurry. As they walk , they do so with their nose on the ground most of the time. When they smell something interesting, they stop."
“Over and over they do it, until you want to scream! When they decide they’re too tired to go on, they amble over to a grassy spot and start turning in a circle. When it’s sufficiently stomped down, they lay down!”
“What would do then?”
“I would try coaxing them with homemade biscuits. If that didn’t work, I had to carry them. Have you ever carried a Great Dane? Take my advice, don’t!”
Deedee cleared the table. She went to get her purse and a leash.
“Let’s go, Helen. Walkies!”