I’m Heathcliff. Remember me from three Christmases ago? I’m a good dog.
My buddy Freya and I walk the mountain road to fetch the mail. That’s her biting my leg. She gets excited.
We trot together for a while. Then Freya decides to run down the ravine to the stream. She looks like a deer when she runs, only fatter. I’m sure she doesn’t mind me saying so because she runs pretty fast, and jumps really high.
I hear her crunching through the leaves. Nothing exciting, so I walk down the road by myself. It’s pretty easy once you know the smell spots.
Sometimes there are surprises, and I snort and slobber something fierce. Ya gotta pee on them, too. Or do your business, if you know what I mean. “Heathcliff here, just sayin.” Also, gotta keep your ears up.
Walking up the mountain is harder than going down. Even with a drink of water, I get tired. The road steepens, and my tongue hangs ‘way out panting.
Kinda like humans, huh?