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Getting Walked

This past weekend I commuted to San Francisco to dog-sit for my sister.

It started out with me walking Porter, an ugly and pudgy Boston Terrier (or perhaps it’s one of the handsomer Boston Terriers? Who knows). Having lost all patience in fighting with Porter, I resigned to letting him drag me around. (This is not how I teach my students, I swear.) Besides, I didn’t know my way around the area at all.

Turns out that (above) was what he wanted to show me.

I can now add “sights” to Porter’s GPS locating capabilities, which also include trees to urinate on, parks to muddy himself in for me to clean, home, and bigger dogs to lose fights against.

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