Nina simone afternoon contd

Cartman and I went for a walk at 5pm. Well, the first thing he did was poo-poo, but he didn't do it very cleanly. The 20 minutes I took to bathe him carefully, the effort just went south, now he smelled like poo, with his end blackened. whew..

Then, we met a one-year old spaniel boy dog, very cute. Cartman and Biscuit(?) went along very well, until Cartman jumped onto him. And, then, Cartman vomitted a chunk of chicken out. The other dog tried to eat that, whew... Cartman tried to jump onto him again while he seemed to need vomit again ... The leash was useless. The lady told me it will be ok when the puppy reaches 8 or 9 months, it will be amazing when the dog listens to you... I took what he vomitted into paper (always have towel in the pocket, that is the first lesson I learned about walking a dog), hopelessly carried the 12 pound puppy into arm, one hand was the dirty paper and leash, walking back home.

That was the end of today's walk. And this is how this Sunday afternoon ends, minutes away from the slow melody crossing the silent river, and the sweet puppy and me alone time.

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Ok, NO MORE TABLE FOOD, NO MORE CHICKEN. And, more training time.