*pant* *pant* Low to the ground with stubby legs requires more steps than what most creatures require. Frolicking oft turns right ear back, leaving a French cut of sorts on a German hound. How is a doxie supposed to bark its philippic at the landscaper for not trimming the grass short enough to avoid tumbly tickles? Regarding walks around the embayment, if there are no badgers to root, preference would be for a nap-in–arms-whilst-owner-of-longer-legs-finds-a-useful-purpose engagement. Look, awareness exists that those who live amongst stumbling feet are seen as ancillary beings and that sympathy and empathy tend towards those complaining of the challenges endured by green-hued folk, but my kind are a superior design: ideally placed in a lap’s gap. And, the benefits of company close cannot be understated, so, perhaps—please—could care be given to mowing—to a considerate degree—the lawn and, as well, carrying cutest cargo with the love one gets from a supportive mom? *happy-wag* *happy-wag* ; )