Diligence Jones<p><a href="https://sfba.social/tags/BensonUpdate" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>BensonUpdate</span></a> </p><p>Yesterday, after a very exhausting day of naps and noms, Benson was allowed to choose the route for our evening walk.</p><p>He confidently strode forth, roly-polying up the block, around the corner, heading toward the main street. Hm, I thought. Maybe he wants to look at cars.</p><p>As we picked up speed at the corner of the grocer's, I saw his plan.</p><p>Me: Nope, we're not going to Happy Pet. Let's go this way. </p><p>Every tug I made on the leash was met with pure bully resistance. So I gave up and let him pull me around the corner toward Happy Pet. He led me straight there. He stood in front of the door and stared intensely inside, nudging the door with his head, making the bell jangle loudly.</p><p>Me: They're closed, buddy. [They were not.]</p><p>The Happy Pet folks didn't help by coming to the door and waving at Benson. Then the Happy Pet woman appeared at the corner, and when Benson saw her, he RAN to her, immediately sat, and waited for his treat. (She had none.)</p><p>I have promised to bring him there tomorrow.</p>