Mark Wall column: ‘What my dog ​​taught me’


MY friends at google tell me that “dropping” someone means “tightly controlling someone’s actions and giving them very little freedom to do what they want to do”.

It doesn’t sound very good, to be honest.

So, it’s weird that the dog gets upset when I take his leash – or his leash.

It’s strange: I’m about to tie something around his neck and tie a rope that prevents him from moving more than a meter away from me; I’m about to give myself the power to pull her out of all the interesting things she wants to do. Still, she seems to be a fan.

There are other things guaranteed to catch his eye. When I open the drawer where I put the little black bags, she hears it no matter where she is in the house.

When I open the cupboard that contains her cookies, she can magically appear beside me.

And thanks to an unfathomable sixth sense, she can hear when one of the teenagers who live in my rent-free house approaches the farm even though they stay a few blocks away.

But lead really does. When she hears the slightest noise of buckle against the fabric, she will run down and slide on the floor with determination but an obvious lack of grace.

And then she looks at me expectantly, incredulous that I haven’t opened the door.

If I need to waste even more time looking for shoes or keys, she looks at me with an all-too-worn look of disdain.

In essence, she likes to go for walks. I guess it’s all about exploration. She wants to check the smells that have appeared since our last outing.

She wants to leave new messages using the rather dubious and antisocial method of urine transfer – a little mail if you will, or maybe a urination message.

She wants to bark at new canine intruders and check every individual blade of grass in our path.

It doesn’t sound like much fun to me, but it makes her happy. But the main lesson for me?

Beware of Googling “leave someone” if you’re not alone in the house…

Written by Mark Wall


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