Our neighbour owns a labrador that’s inappropriately named Leo. Drool or or a more tamizh-like “Jollu” would have fit him better. He is a hyperactive saliva production machine and a serious flood threat to the neighbourhood.
The sad thing is that his owners keep him tied up with a rope whose length is comparable to the microscopic distances that trigger nuclear fusion. All day long. He spends the entire day giving those sad, plaintive looks only Labradors can, at everybody who passes by. When he barks, the subtitles read “Please take me out for a walk”.
So we decided to do this good samaritan thing by taking him out for walks in the night. Just one problem. He chooses to express his gratitude by an aggressive and lavish application (by a combination of snorting, drooling and spurting) of digestive enzymes. He also pulls on his leash with forces that threaten to violate Newton’s third law. And he does not like being tied back at the end of the walk.
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