There's a moment with Buddy when I take him for a walk to the dog park that I always look for. Buddy is usually in a rush to get there in the afternoons. As soon as we get to the park, he takes a dump. Then he does the obligatory lawn mower impersonation. After that, just before he bolts off to sniff arse and wag tail with the other dogs, just as he is breaking into a gallop, he looks back over his shoulder at me as if to say, "You go that."
It's cute, our eyes meet for just a millisecond, over his shoulder like a free-style swimmer, "Pick up my shit."
And then he blasts off across the reserve, into the sunshine, to the other dogs.
It makes me laugh.
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