Now that Pablo is getting up there in age, I don’t have to worry about him when he’s off leash. I can let him amble where he wants and just follow behind him. When he was a pup, he’d dart off if something caught his eye, and, being a pug, wouldn’t come when called. Now, though, he’s easy enough to catch. Besides, he’s usually content to stay put. The old wanderlust is gone.
Here is is in the park on a recent Sunday.