Do you take a plastic bag with you for a walk? I got into the habit.
Today was a day of typical New England weather. It was drizzling in the morning. In the afternoon, the sun suddenly came out.
I decided to take a nice long fat-burning walk to the park. Where I planned to take my first photo in 2021.
My husband would also be happy to see the sun if he didn’t have to go to work.
But he asked to take our dog, his “good boy,” for a walk. I couldn’t say no.
I made sure I had a plastic bag with me (just in case), put sunglasses on, got Crackle on a leash and left. While strolling along and making Crackle behave well, I thought. I thought of my husband.
Daniel and I are very different as bad and good cops from movies. Daniel kisses Crackle “good morning” and “good night”, cuddles him a lot, puts a blanket on him, gives a cookie and calls him “my good boy”.
And I am the opposite. I’m the one who puts a choke-collar on Crackle, makes him sit on asphalt with his bottom, yells “heel” and “don’t pull”, “attention to me”, and “I go first”.
I am also the one who feeds him, brings him to the vet, takes for a walk and a ride, fixes and washes his bed (that we update every year).
It seems that the tandem of “bad and good cops” do a good job taking care of Crackle.
Here we go, the first photo in 2021 is Crackle.