We clip Misty to the leash outside that's attached from the house to a tree a few yards away. She has plenty of room to run around, or nap in the sun. Instead, she makes it her mission to tangle the leash around anything and everything within reach.
She tangles it until she has nothing left. Today she was out while we went to the stable, and by the time we got home she was crouched to the ground with not an inch free. I don't feel bad, it's her fault. Maybe if she was dumb like Maggie she would just behave.
But it's entirely too hard to be angry with this face for more than a minute.
"I didn't do it, I swear."
Do you guys have genius dogs?
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