The park is a straight four-block walk from my apartment. But at the third block, just around the corner, is Canine Palace, a nice little local pet-supply shop. Butterbean knows that's where we get the good stuff, and tries to pull in that direction every time we come to that corner. If I relent and turn that direction with her, she strains all the harder to drag me to hurry up, as you see here.
What can I say? I'm a sucker when I look down the leash and see that little face. Here she is enjoying the pig ear that her pushover of a Daddy bought her today: