My sister has the sweetest, mangiest, run-down old dog in the world named Irie, who is half beagle half white lab. She also has a 20 lb polydactyl cat named Sid, who is diabetic and requires special food and shots at certain times of the day. Sometimes, when my sister goes out of town, I watch them for her, which unsettles Tunch (my cat) for a couple of days, but otherwise it is really no problem.
Except when she forgets to bring a leash. The last time she was here, I went out and bought one, and when she picked Irie up, she took my leash with her. Today, she dropped him off and left before I discovered she had left no leash.
Why am I telling you this? Simple. Because if you see a 30+ year old man in sweat pants, a t-shirt, and flip flops, muttering under his breath while walking a mangy old dog with a 30 FOOT ELECTRIC EXTENSION CORD, there is a good chance he isn’t crazy.
Just so you know.