White Dog smiled. "Maybe in three MORE years, she will actually consider going for a walk.
Steve had taken Opal to our vet's office for a blood draw to retest her thyroid. That meant chasing her down beforehand to put on her harness, leashing her and then carrying her out and strapping her into the van. At the clinic, he untethered her from the car and carried her in...reversing the process on the way back home.
Opal responds to wearing a harness and leash by freezing in her tracks. She has the amazing ability to suddenly weigh a ton and is impossible to even drag along.
That is why when she slipped out of Steve's grasp unloading on our driveway Steve was astonished. (Note here to calm weak hearts: The loop end of the leash is ALWAYS around the wrist so even in cases like this control is still maintained).
Opal dragged Steve, while walking on the leash, to the front door, dashed inside as Steve opened doors (still leashed), ran through the house with her siblings following, and bounded into my arms in the bedroom. I threw my arms around her and unclipped the harness to remove the entire rig. She gratefully sagged against me.
"How about that," Steve exclaimed congratulating our homebody. "What do you say, Opal, ready to go for night-night walks with us?"
Opal gave him a scorching look and headed out of the dog door.
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