I untied Mayhem as I left the co-op and was just heading back toward the shop when a sound like a foghorn caught in a tunnel lit up the street and I turned to see Taco baying for all his worth across the street. Daniel was hurrying out of the hardware store with a small, white bag in hand, and I could hear him saying, “Taco, stop that. Taco. Taco!”
As Taco saw his person, the energy from his mouth traveled right down to his tail, and I saw two passersby wince when it smacked them in the legs. I couldn’t help but smile . . . until Mayhem started barking at her friend and Taco got going again. Suddenly, it was a two-dog cacophony on the street, and everyone looked back and forth from one dog to the other.
I started walking Mayhem down the street, but she locked her legs straight and dug in
