"Swiss Cheeses Mom! Don't leave me! I'm comin'! Wait up!"
It's never a dull moment with a pack-cracker like Loki. He has a few rules when we go out for walks:
Every Saturday, Mr. Wild Dingo sets with the cracker and the criminal on lead for a little one-on-one time with them. The dogs enjoy their time alone with him. Last weekend, however, we headed out the door together. I handed Loki's leash to Mr. Wild Dingo so I could lock up the house. Loki set out calmly with Mr. Wild Dingo expecting his normal Saturday one-on-one time. But when he turned and saw me walking toward them, he immediately turned back to Mr. Wild Dingo and cussed him out, barking his fool-head off for the entire neighborhood to hear, "Mom is coming, give my leash to her RIGHT NOW!"
Mr. Wild Dingo rolled his eyes and handed the leash to me. As predicted, Loki shut his yapper.
If my hands are too full to hold his lead and Mr. Wild Dingo is holding it, Loki will intentionally wrap himself around me so the lead is fully wrapped around my legs and then glues himself to my left thigh in heel position. Believe me, the cracker fully understands what he is doing. The last time he did it, Mr. Wild Dingo unwrapped him and stood on the other side me. Loki proceeded to do it again, but on the opposite side.
It's gotten so bad, we make a game out of it as we walk. With dogs out in front, I secretly hand Loki's leash to Mr. Wild Dingo and we take bets on how long it takes for him to figure it out and protest. Three seconds is the record speed. Fifteen seconds is the slowest speed.
Poor cracker has some issues.