#231 Bark run
Set by Howard Williams
My dog, Zippy, can’t wait for me to take him for a walk. I say “walk”, but it is only me that does the walking.
As soon as we get through the gate into the field to begin his exercise, I unclip Zippy’s lead and he bounds off straight to the other end 200 metres away while I stroll along the path directly towards him.
As soon as he gets to the far end, he turns round and hurtles back again, brushing past me on his way to the gate where he waits…