(Traffic on teh road is confuzzled. Large german person wearing a road vest, headlamp, otherwise all in black 'cuz it's how I roll. Black dog, with an LED that changes colors on his collar, the better to find the lil' punk at night. Both spinning like a cheap discoball.)
Route is taking us past a cemetery. Lots of grass along the road and outside the fence for upon which he may poop. But, he doesn't like that side of the road. Not necessarily avoiding the dead files cabinet, but definitely not interested in walking there. Hmm.
Now, I'm a reasonable man, MacArthur. So I know this isn't...*
Oh wait. I'm a weirdo. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!
|Per my Sweetie: Cliff, Bobo, Lesbo, Creepo|