shit I still remember the only rule I had growing up was dont break any bone's or someone's stuff and be home for dinner
My leash was my either my mom or my dad's hand. Even if we were in a crowded area. I couldn't leave their hands, but If I wanted to see something they usually took me over to look at whatever it was I wanted to see. In my case it was usually toys or something. I don't think the leashes are a good idea.
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