I was walking my dog as it got darker, and he got stuck under a bush, standing there looking for something.
I tried calling him and pulling him out, but he wouldn’t budge.
Eventually, I had to pick him up and carry him. As I scolded him for being stubborn, we reached the entrance,
and suddenly, it hit me. I ran back to the bush, where I found my lost keys.
I felt embarrassed in front of Woody and finally understood why he was so insistent on staying there.
When we go for walks, I always say, “Okay, the leash is here.
Where are the keys? We won’t go anywhere until we find the keys!” © Ekaterina Baitzur
