Mugs and I always have fun on our long walks because neither of makes the other hurry. He doesn’t pull, and I don’t rush him when he wants to stop and sniff. But sometimes I get tired of dawdling and challenge Mugs to a foot race. It takes him a minute to pick up the pace and catch up, and then he hits his stride and in one second he is out in front, still not pulling, but laughing at my pathetic 2-legged gait. We pass a speed limit sign, and Mugs shrugs. He only obeys it because I can’t run that fast.
