I don’t take Betty on walks. I’m more like a chauffeur who takes her around to see her friends. These friends don’t know who the fuck I am, but they sure know Betty. I stand all alone 16 feet away holding one end of the retractable leash while Betty receives a warm welcome and attention. When we pass by a little neighborhood bar, the patrons are all this: “Hi Betty! She is so cute! I love that dog!”