Dog Owner Confessions

For the Baron, my running shoes = the slightest chance for a walk.

Sometimes I put them on while doing chores around the house, just to see his Noble Highness get all worked up at the possibilities. Here, he’s pretending he wasn’t stretching and yawning and looking coy in anticipation 30 seconds ago. He also fronts like he wasn’t jumping into the air whenever I made the slightest move towards the front door. No sirree.

Only his lightly furrowed brow gives it away.