Although she's still extremely adverse to the outside world since the wasp eye incident, Peanut is forced to come on walks with the rest of the dogs to give her the vitamin D that stops her little Twiglet legs from snapping. Peanut does not like walks one bit. Kitchen is toilet! Why drag poor tiny cloud outside where it can be blown away? She will try to make herself look as small and ball shaped as possible so that we think she is just one of the dog toys and leave her be. Since all their other toys are neither grey nor horribly malformed we always manage to locate her, much to her annoyance. When we finally do get the lead on her she will begrudgingly allow herself to be dragged out into the terrible cold, where she will usually hold in all her excretions until we're safely back inside, as if to educate us on where toilets are supposed to happen. My mother usually walks them at night, and on one occasion Peanut's lead managed to slip out of her hand. Any of the other dogs would have taken this opportunity to either run off to find some delicious faeces to eat or would have loyally trotted beside my mum because she is where the food and warm comes from. Peanut doesn't like freedom. Peanut likes the lovely warm cage we have for her. Peanut doesn't know what to do when left to her own mind. Peanut ceases.
My mum didn't immediately realise that Peanut had slipped from her grasp since walking her is like walking an old balloon filled with farts so she carried on her usual walk without her. It was only when she was almost finished that she looked down and noticed that the tiny shadow had disappeared so she went back and saw her standing in the middle of the road near to my house perfectly still. She hadn't moved since my mum dropped her. She was carried back inside, where she remained her the trance of her own thoughts until it was time to remember about her bowels and she widdled everywhere.
