.....And A Wrestling Match Broke Out

There are days, and today was one of them, where mine and Molly's walks turn into wrestling matches. She is going to do what she wants to do and go where she wants to go come hell or high water. I know my neighbors think I am dragging her through the neighborhood against her will (and in a way I guess I am), but some days that is about the only way we are going to complete our "walk." She has to stop and smell where every dog before her peed, she has to dig for moles, and she has to find the right briar bush to crawl under to take a dump. The moles are the worst. She buries her nose all the way up to her eye balls into the dirt trying to sniff out her prey and I'll admit, she has killed a few but I don't have the time to wait on her and it is not my yard she is tearing the hell out of. Today after I pulled myself out of the briar patch she insisted on getting us entangled in, I would have sent her flying out of there with my boot in her ass, if she wasn't so far ahead of me. Then we come in to take a nap and she curls up beside me all sweet and innocent and how can you be mad at someone like that?