It’s possible that my neighbors just saw me go all Pete Rose on Cedar. There was no betting involved, and no umpire-shoving, but… I called Cedar, she looked at me and walked the other direction. I tried running away and excitedly beckoning her. She ignored me. I told her to sit. She considered for a second, and sauntered on. I stepped towards her. She backed away. And so, I went Pete Rose airborne, grabbed her by the scruff, and then (all pride gone now, I’ll switch sports), I tucked her under my arm like a football and brought her straight inside.
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We recovered (somewhat) with the 25′ leash, which I can use to reel her in like a late July humpy, a tiny bit of fight left in her, but at least, when she’s not tripping all over the leash, some resignation.
Here’s the difference between me and Pete at this moment: I’m not betting on our team.
There’s always tomorrow, I guess.
The day started well enough, with a meet and greet with neighbors. What a view. I’ve been getting plenty of this side-eye lately. Cedar doing her own Pete Rose routine. Sitting and listening: Ravenspeak. Snow line is coming down quickly.
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