about a month after i got atlas, i had surgery. my mom came to stay for a long weekend so that i could actually rest afterwards. the morning after the surgery, she put a leash on atlas and headed out the door with him for his morning walk. i was lying on the couch at the time. (well, he was on the couch too, until she called him to the door.)
a few minutes later, the door opened and a wide-eyed weimy came racing towards me. he sniffed me all over, then hopped back on the couch and settled in. apparently he would not go for a walk. he kept turning around and trying to get back home to check on me.
and that's pretty much how it went. atlas never went for a real walk with my mom. he would walk only as far as he needed in order to go to the bathroom, or he would pee on a tree right by the door. otherwise, he was wherever i was, as close as he could get. that was where he needed to be.
after all our years together, that still holds true (possibly even more so now). i am sick now; i am oh-so-sleepy and don't have a lot of energy for walking. my neighbor would gladly walk him. i have a friend who loves him and has a dog-walking business. but i don't even try. he has a job to do, and no one can distract him from it.
he is my darling doggy, so i would love him no matter what, but he sure is easy to love.