I thought it wise to wait until dinner was finished to spring the bill on him. He regarded the bill. She didn't, she kicked the bum she was living with out, and then it went away. After dinner was over, I handed him the dog leash. Moments later, I set out along our upstate NY neighborhood, dog in hand.
Cockers are a very hyper breed.
I really wasn't taking the dog for a walk. He was taking me for a ride. The dog proceeded to bark, snarl and snap at each and every person we approached. It's really embarrassing to watch a 70 year old women with her poodle manipulate her cane to quicken her pace and get away from us. Jesse and Katie have never been friendly.