Rocky’s Unexpected Pull
One breezy evening, Rocky and I went for our usual stroll. Suddenly, he yanked the leash hard, leading me toward a cluster of houses.
His energy was exuberant, much more than usual, and his focus was laser-sharp. I nearly tripped, stumbling after him.
“Whoa there!” I shouted, chuckling nervously as we veered off the path toward, of all things, a pile of unattended groceries near a doorstep.
Rocky’s behavior had never been this peculiar.