"Honey, there goes that guy with the choking dog again," a neighbor would say.
"Gladys, go back to bed and quit minding the neighbor's business."
Every morning it's the same. Maggie goes completely nuts to go walking. She is so impatient that I can barely get her leash on without her getting tangled in it.
"Hold still, Maggie," you can hear me say from the den.
I guess I've created a monster. I really don't like to walk lately, but feel obligated as Maggie thinks it is the best thing since sliced bread. She tugs on the leash so hard it sounds like she is choking and dying.