I started writing about Bear. I’m trying to use the quiet time when he’s out with Noah to write. We left him for the first time this weekend. He bolted from the dog sitter and someone else found him in the Nethermead.
I can switch his leash in the park. Not one off, the other on, but one on, the other off. So he has a muddy leash to drag around and I have a clean leash to walk him with. He’s a sweet heart, except when he’s not.