I was analyzing the way John and I walk and came to the conclusion that we take turns being the dog. We don’t wear collars or leads, but we shift as conditions change. If there are no cars in sight, John is always one or two steps ahead of me. He says he lets me set the pace. That means he slows down if he doesn’t hear my panting to keep up with him. I must look like an obedient dog, walking at his heels.
He is chivalrous, letting me walk on the edge of the road. When we hear a car approaching, he slows and steps behind me to walk in single file. Pedestrians are vulnerable. There is no way we want to tangle with a vehicle. If I hear a car and don’t know that he is aware of it, I call out, “Car!” The pitch and firm tone would most certainly translate to a dog as the command, “Heel!”
We’re telling the neighbors if they see us walking on the road, they’ll have time to decide which of us is the dog.
Mehrling Muse 
Just watch out for each other at the coffee shop. Our Standard Poodle Maggie, Margaret of Donegal for the snooty, is our companion up and down our rural road. When we say “car” she goes to the grass and sits until it passes. Now if we could just get her to stay as the Deer venture out in front of her, six two evenings ago. Always an adventure. Should John chase the Deer, you’ll know he’s a transformed canine. Have a great day, Semper fi.
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John laughed and said, “I only chase MY dear.”
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Someone else read my post and imagined me as a white poodle. What color is Maggie? She and I may have a lot in common.
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She is white, I posted a picture of her in a blog the other day.
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Hahaha! Wonderful that you two have synchronized walking patterns!
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