My standing there staring...
The line of the leash pulled as taut as possible without snapping...
Pippin's nose in the ground, sniffing out a bug, or food, or the place where another dog peed...
I'm afraid that when he was little, we used to walk around a lake, and I stopped a lot to look at things, and never really got him used to walking without stopping to sniff extensively. He may look like a Bichon on the outside, but on the inside, he's a bloodhound. He cannot stop investigating and sniffing the ground.
So, many times when we go for a "walk", it's about me going, "C'mon Pippin...keep walking!" and about him thinking, "Wait, wait, I just wanna smell this one thing!"
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