My ex has our 14-year-old lab, Chessie, whom I let out while he's at work.
The other day we're walking and I hear a vehicle accelerating, then stop. Hitting the gas, then stop. Oh! Mail! So I hobble her to the end of the driveway for the mail. The mail lady has treats!
Five treats later, we head to the house as she proceeds about 150 ft. to the next box. We could hear the sound of her acceleration, and then her stop.
When she stopped, Chessie stopped. Her ears went up and she looked at me. I just shook my head. She lowered hers and headed back to the house, but gave me a backwards glance. We both knew that conversation:
"Did the treat lady just stop again?"
"No. Don't even think about it."
"I won't...but if I was 10 years younger, you know you'd be chasing me now, right?"
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