Chapter Ten
Restrained Regret
We’d arrived at the piercing salon around 10:00 in the morning and it was now about 4:15 in the afternoon. As a consequence, the street was much more crowded, but even so, at first my Owner and I attracted little attention while I tried frantically to keep up with her long strides, but my hobble was too short! Each rapid pace I took made the ankle chain snap tight and jingle loudly and of course the rapid clip-clopping soon drew curious glances, instantly followed by hard, continuing stares and quiet, shocked comments between the women and couples. I could do nothing! Blushing furiously and praying that I’d not see anyone who knew me, I had to, literally, prance along behind my Owner at the end of the humiliating nose tether. She seemed oblivious to the comm
