Walks with Charlie tend to be slow and nasal, with spurts of activity. We creep from one house to the next, checking every bush... every lamp post... every spot on the sidewalk.
Hmmm... John has new firewood.
At some locations he sniffs every little thing, and it's only with great regret that Charlie consents to move along. Other locations hold no interest and we rush by.
This way, Mom - let's hurry over to the phone pole!
The best scents are clearly those left by others.
Pekes... I knew it!
And a kitty?
Then, as we get towards home, Charlie will take the leash in his mouth and lead us home - the faster, the better!
Heading for home!