Variety is the Spice of a Dog's Life

I don’t understand what’s going on lately. Not too long ago I was cooped up in a relatively small space, left to look out the window for various spans of time, then taken for walks in diverse areas in my neighborhood. Nice variety of scents and scenes.

Now I’m cooped up in a larger space, still sometimes left to look out the window for various spans of time, but I’m rarely taken for walks anymore! Instead, I am taken out to the same space day after monotonous day. Granted, I’m not tethered to a human when I do this, but still it is extremely boring. Molly doesn’t seem to mind, but then she seems to resent being tethered to humans, so maybe she prefers bodily freedom over intellectual freedom. And maybe it doesn’t mean as much to her to go to new places since she doesn’t scent very well anyway.

We did go over to Poppa-Nan’s not long ago and my humans made the mistake of letting Molly outside untethered. She immediately ran for the border! (I was impressed; I didn’t think she had it in her to grasp possibilities so quickly.) My humans were very worried, which manifested itself largely in walking up and down the place they had last seen her, calling her name. (Humans are a puzzle to me most of the time.) My male human actually went in search of her and finally found her mixed up in a common brawl with a chow down the street. (Doesn’t she know to stay away from chows? I’ve never known one who wouldn’t as quickly bite off your nose as say how-do-you-do.) Anyway, the humans were very excited and tried to tell Molly she shouldn’t do that, but I can tell you it fell on deaf ears. She’ll do it again if given half a chance.

I was very good. I stayed in the yard like we are supposed to. There was plenty to smell there, anyway, without running off into who-knows-what. Molly sometimes doesn’t seem to have the sense God gave a goose.