My pup, Coco and I walked the streets of Duluth. Traffic whizzed by and Coco seemed oblivious to the cars moving past. She was straining at the end of her leash, literally choking on the tension.
On a road with less traffic, there was a white seagull feather tumbling along in the breeze. Coco went like a shot, attempting to apprehend the piece of fluff. Of course she was constrained by her leash. She hacked, and wheezed. I held the cord firmly for her protection.
Rounding the corner, it was out of sight, and out of mind. She went back to sniffing out all the seagull poo.
As I look at my life and the stuff I have pulled at my tether to acquire, I would have to say most weren’t too different than that feather. I have been grateful (usually later) for the tug of the leash that denied me those obsessions. For me there are many things better than a mouth full of fluff.
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