One evening last week as we headed out for our after dinner stroll (which is getting quite dark), just a few steps from the house there was a snap and Miss Hailey Bug was no longer attached to the leash. Years of strain had caused her leash to snap.
Fortunately, she responded to the Man's calls to wait and he was able to hold her while Lady went to retrieve the back up leash.
Lady was very grateful this happened where and when it did. Can you imagine the end of last weeks skunk encounter if the leash had broken then?