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My mom carries around a branch when we walk our dog. We call it Stick. Stick hangs off of her bag and juts out the back, so I can't walk behind her too closely.
Like drawing a sword from its sheath, she brandishes Stick when other dogs cross our path (especially if they are without a leash) because our dog is big and will entertain a fight. However, whenever I walk the dog with her, I feel embarrassed passing people because I think they think she must be crazy for carrying a stick around like that.
But she truly doesn't care what people think of her, and that's a quality about her that I greatly admire.
Today on our walk, we were passing an unleashed dog when we realized we had lost Stick. We had concluded that we just forgot to bring Stick, but when we came back, Stick wasn't in its usual hiding place in the bush. My mom jokingly said that we had to retrace our steps to look for it, and I decided that we might as well actually try.
We drove the path that we walked, keeping my eyes peeled for Stick. On the way down the hill, I got out because it was hard to see from the car, and walked along the sidewalk looking for it. Right as I got to the intersection, I noticed a black cat-- usually a bad luck omen, but as I looked back over to the path, there Stick was.
I lost the bet since I erred on the side of caution, but also because I really didn't think that we'd actually find Stick. But we did, and I'm glad. I'm going to paint Stick and put some googly eyes and a bell on it so if it gets lost again, we can find it easier.
Like drawing a sword from its sheath, she brandishes Stick when other dogs cross our path (especially if they are without a leash) because our dog is big and will entertain a fight. However, whenever I walk the dog with her, I feel embarrassed passing people because I think they think she must be crazy for carrying a stick around like that.
But she truly doesn't care what people think of her, and that's a quality about her that I greatly admire.
Today on our walk, we were passing an unleashed dog when we realized we had lost Stick. We had concluded that we just forgot to bring Stick, but when we came back, Stick wasn't in its usual hiding place in the bush. My mom jokingly said that we had to retrace our steps to look for it, and I decided that we might as well actually try.
We drove the path that we walked, keeping my eyes peeled for Stick. On the way down the hill, I got out because it was hard to see from the car, and walked along the sidewalk looking for it. Right as I got to the intersection, I noticed a black cat-- usually a bad luck omen, but as I looked back over to the path, there Stick was.
I lost the bet since I erred on the side of caution, but also because I really didn't think that we'd actually find Stick. But we did, and I'm glad. I'm going to paint Stick and put some googly eyes and a bell on it so if it gets lost again, we can find it easier.
