Saturday, August 20, 2011
I ignore the leash laws and just walk Lucie up to Katie's studio every morning. The straight shot is a side street where usually we don't see another car. Four blocks counting every brick. She knows the routine. Several fenced or tethered dogs are on the route, all of whom seem to have gone slightly mad. Lu spends so much nose-time scent gathering that I hate to deprive her of what seems like canine civil rights. There is a whole olfactory world out there that is hard to appreciate by us hominids.