Giada and I go on daily weekday walks. (I exempt myself from having to walk her over the weekends, and she’s pretty understanding about doing her thing in the backyard on those days.) We stroll for almost a mile, which doesn’t seem to be enough for her. Just as we round the corner and turn on our block – without fail – she’ll grab her leash as if to say, Let’s not go home yet.
Of course, she seems to forget her stance when I reach for a treat. Okay, we can go home if you let me have that….











