Mama: Okay my baby... a nice calm walk with no running here and there, chasing squirrels, biting the leash, pulling my arm, jumping up on people... okay?
Milo: Sure ( heh heh)
Milo: What's that!!!
There might be a catch... I'll just sniff it out first... Mama, stand back! Let me handle this!
Mama: Milo looks up at every passing plane, and watches it cross the sky. He also watches birds fly over, and squirrels run by. Jackpot the other day, a poor squirrel was squashed by a car, and he was ready to put on the old feedbag til I dragged him off.
Milo: come on, enough talkity talk...
Mama: yes your highness, your grand poo(dle)-ba. I but live to serve. Yes, yes, and when we get home it's kibble for everybody! And a sweet potato chew!
Sometimes I don't call it a walk. I call it a drag-the-mama, or a hunting trip, or a meet and greet. Ah, but it is good to have a poodle again.