Sunday, May 18, 2014

Well Heeled.

I've walked Abbey every day since we've been in Illinois. I'm going to walk her every morning when we get back to Columbus. If you are up early, in the Merion village area, and you here an english accent plaintively crying,
"I'm going to teach you to heel if it kills me. Don't sniff that, we both know its dead!"
When these dulcet tones fill the air, you will know the English dog whisperer is on patrol.

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