Busted!

It’s been a long week of walks on the leash. We got busted. I was chasing Arrow around on the grass at Cheesman Park very early in the morning, when the doggie police swooped down on us. My owner mom got suspicious of a white van and put us on leashes, but it was too late. She should have tried to run. We’re fast. The doggie policeman came over and asked about where we live. He checked our tags. Stupid Arrow rolled over and let the man rub his belly. I kept my mouth shut and gave him a mean look. My mom has to pay $80.


We don’t run loose in Cheesman anymore. Arrow thinks he's there to run and drags us around. We pass many dignified dogs, but we don’t care. We like to take time and smell the tree trunks. All the them on both sides of the path at once. I sometimes growl at big dogs and Arrow says hi to everyone, two legs or four legs. We stay on the paths, tied to our owner. When I jump on Arrow or he bites my tail it’s: No playing on the leash.