Don't give up

'I understand that an obedient dog is a joy to have,' I told my dog as he was doing the 'get the leash on' dance. He loves his leash and so does all he can to get a good grip on it before I attach it to him. He dumped the bean juice laden compose, and found it quite tasty. I had to get the tap on and wash the deck down. That done, I resumed the fight to get the darn leash on,finally wrestling him down, knee on chest and loping it on the clasp. Once that was on, he did the 'okay, let's go' dance, got the attached leash in his mouth and commenced taking me for my walk. We headed into the wind. I was surprised at the sudden burst and cold of the wind. A good amount of sleet was suddenly upon us so I abandoned my idea to go into the field behind the railway. Once around the block would suffice,I thought. Next time I will have to dress a little warmer, I thought. Now I'm sitting here dry and warm and wondering why I wasn't a little braver. I smell like dog. I'll have to change my clothes. He did walk nicely once we got to the less windy side of the bay. So if he would consider being good right from the start maybe I would have braved the weather and we should still be cavorting in that lovely field, sleet in our eyes, fur being shaken, but happy...he anyways.