Let The Little Dogs Run

            A friend of mine asked me to walk her dogs for a day while she was out of town. There are four dogs in total, a big smokey gray Pit Bull named Blueberry and two little dogs and another big one. She explained to me the procedure. I was to walk Blueberry first and then the two little ones, and then the big old timer after that.

            I walked Blueberry. She and I had a good time. I was set to walk the little dogs. I had them on their leashes and was attempting to open the gate when Blueberry and the big old timer started nudging at the gate door trying to get past me. The two little dogs were yapping. They were eager to take a walk, but Blueberry and the old timer had other ideas. I was trying to keep them back so they didn’t escape, but it was as though they formulated a plan behind my back, and ganged up on me. There was a lot of confusion. The little dogs were yapping and the big ones were nudging at the gate, the dogs had turned stubborn and weren't listening to my commands. I was trying to control the situation the best I could. I felt like a substitute teacher. I was being abused. The little dogs' leashes got tangled up around the legs of the big dogs. I finally gave up, and let the little dogs run.