The little terrier mutt, Daffodil, loves to trot in the lead during our dog walks. You think this bothers Simone, the bulldog? Not in the least.

Simone says, “Go ahead, you pipsqueak poo-poo puppy. Run, run, run. Knock yourself out, up front there. While you’re at it, wear yourself out, so you will fall fast asleep when we get home. Then I will be rid of your ridiculous frenzied behavior for a solid two hours. Don’t look back at me every two seconds. No, no, no! Eyes ahead, you silly little rug-rat. Run, run run!”

I know this is exactly what Simone is thinking because I can read her thought clouds. I’m super dog-smart like that.