Every time I take Nice (the dog) for his walks around the plaza we stop at the corner overlooking the highway. He raises his nose to the wind a strains on the leash. Then, with gentle coaxing from me, we turn back. The pace slows as we approach the office door, he hangs his head lower and lower. Then with a longing glance he looks to the corner of the parking lot and steps inside..
If I don't look in his eyes I can resist his sad eyed pleas.