Chapter Thirty-Four
Leash training Jack proves to be invigorating. I teach him to respond instantly to directing tugs, to heel, actually taking the time to purchase a brief dog training guide. And with arms and hands useless, he has no choice but to concentrate and obey... not that there is any semblance of resistance remaining in a well washed brain.
As our Saturday evening Soho soiree approaches, I scheme as to transportation. From our Upper East Side apartment it is too far to walk Jack there, tempting as it is to show off his leash training. And subways are a nuisance, not quite figuring how to facilely get a leashed Jack through the turnstiles. So I settle on a cab, calling down to Theresa to see if she has a contact who is one of us, not wishing to overwhelm some non English speak
