My black labrador - hound mix and I strolled towards our usual destination this fine morning. Derby moved along doggedly. When not distracted she moves along like a man with a mission. The big black dog that guards the corner of the road saw us coming and began to protest. But, suddenly behind us, quite a ways behind became an unfamiliar yap. Derby turned, mission and mutt ahead forgotten. The new distraction was out of sight, at least a block and a half away. Again, a few barks, Derby would not move forward, so eagerly did she peer behind. So obsessed with what lay behind us, so unaware of the big threat near us and so oblivious as to why she wanted to “go for a walk” in the first place; I had to drag her away. I wonder how often I get so wrapped up in what’s gone and past, that Somebody has to pick me up and once again, put me on the right path.