Golden accompanied me on a walk to the mailbox.
Deer frequently use this passage through our treeline to the neighboring field. Golden hoped we would follow the deer path. Sorry, dog. I prefer not to be lost in the corn today.
Nara scampered down the driveway to join us.
As soon as I snapped this photograph, Nara bolted toward the house and Golden lunged after her, hauling the leash and my wrist with them. Not pictured are the leash-shaped bruises on my wrist that remained for several days. Bad dog.