Not a quarter, not a whole... just somewhere in between.
Do you mean to tell me Honey runs around without a leash, minding you, coming back when you call, not running into the path of big rigs and stuff? Do you realize how lucky you are? Maybe you can come out and help us with Annie B.
Oh hell no. If I let Honey loose, she'd be stuck in a ditch, flattened by a bike, run over by a truck, or drowned dead within 18 seconds.She has a long leash, and when she decides to run after something, I just run with her.
Well, now I feel better, much better!
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