Two people walk their dog Harley down Freedom Road, calling him away from manure and keeping him close. Warren usually leads the way back. It's a casual dog walk with light banter and the everyday rhythm of keeping a dog on track.
Harley. Over here, Harley. Stay out of the poo. Come on. Alright Harley, let's roll back. Alright, boy. M.
Harley, I just sprayed manure. No need to wear it. Now we run.
Ah, that's enough of that. I'll catch up eventually. Usually Warren's way out ahead on the way back anyway. Ah. Harley, wait up. Harley, wait. Hang on. All right, Harley, stay there.
Stay there, Harley. I'm gonna end with you. That was a walk with Harley.
More like a follow of Harley, but that's what we do.
Making Too Many Mistakes and The Mercy of God’s Grace and Favor - Purity 1811
