I'd say Snowy, snowy! Come back here.
Each time I bring Snowy down, the moment the lift doors open, she'd charge out. At times, when I don't hold her back, she looks like she just wants to run free. But, more often than not, she'd pause even before the maximum length of the harness is reached and turn back, trotting obediently back to my side.
I guess the sweet taste of freedom excites her but she knows better than impulsive, thoughtless wants.
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