Suzy the puppy hated the leash. A sweet, docile animal, whenever the leash was hooked to the collar, she would growl, roll over and over, and try to chew the leash in two. Didn’t work, and she couldn’t convince the human to get rid of the leash.

But she likes to walk.

Now she walks holding a loop of the leash in her mouth, as though she were walking the human.

Maybe she is walking the human.

Is this the nature of all relationships? Who’s got the leash?