Written By: Christine Betts
April 29, 2015
Winnie, the pudgy dog, trotted along next to the fence.
She traced the perimeter every day; her peaceful ritual.
I yelled at her from the back door.
WINNIE! What are you doing? Come here.
She wouldn't budge. I yelled again.
Finally, I grabbed her collar.
Too lazy and impatient.
She followed me.