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How does a pleasant walk on the greenway become a short leash escort? Let’s ask His Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey.
When Miss Cheoah chooses to join us for longer walks, she is surrounded by her brothers as the ultimate security force. So why does today’s photo disclose an obvious missing Typhoon? Where is our Little Prince?
Mr. Typhoon chooses to buck the human as much as possible, despite earning numerous restrictions for his antics. In this case (and quite often on walks), he has earned the short leash escort—the “opportunity” to walk right beside the Hu-Dad on a very short leash. Not that he looks particularly sorry for acting up during the walk.
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This has been a rather rough week for The Prince!! Human staff has been late with food, drink & walks. Now the short leash!!????????
Oh wow-if looks could kill little Prince!!! Poor Hu-Dad wouldn’t be around. I laughed so hard made the tears fall down.
“Royalty” on a short least!! How dare you.. Boy, do I know that look. Starts my morning with a laugh.