Walking dogs is hard, yo.
Don’t get me wrong, cats have their little quirks, but nothing in my life so far has prepared me for a 90 lb dog with a neck made of muscle who goes wherever he wants. He’s a very sweet, friendly, ridiculously muscley pitbull, and he was not so much ignoring anything I wanted him to do as completely failing to notice that I was even at the other end of the leash.
Well played, Apollo. You got to eat all of the grass and stay out till you were good and ready to come in. Well played.
Neurotic Owl 