Next, you'll be, “Wagging the dog.” But then, that's already been done.

Your phraseology immediately popped into my mind various walks I have taken when I could still walk. I especially recall my wife. Whenever we were in a crowded place like San Antonio's Riverwalk, she would get engrossed in the activity all around and continue walking on ahead of me as I struggled to keep up with my lame left leg and foot. Eventually, she would get so far ahead that I would have to call out to her or lose her. She seemed to hate having to come back to me. One of the things that led to our divorce.

Jazz, my little Pomeranian, was always on an invisible leash whenever we went out. He would run off into the distance, but always look back to make sure he could still see me and often would just run alongside the wheelchair, never venturing more than 10 feet away. If a big dog came, he could easily leap into my lap for protection.

Ron

~Odin~
A great way to name the aching arm muscles.."Dogging the Walk"..

Lady Mary Ann

we survive this write is complimented by the interesting picture here
budd

Dogging The Walk - I like it! And I just posted an ode to an incredible dog that never needed a tether or leash - she would walk us right to another abandoned dog in need - often buried under a pile of rubble or locked inside an abandoned home.