Walking around and around Madison Square Park with a large, auburn poodle was not at all how Madeline expected to spend her Thursday morning. She had never been a big canine lover, but her father had owned a few beagles which he used for hunting but that as far as her exposure went, until she had met Caterina. The American woman loved her dog, cherished it like she assumed one would a child, and Ulysses seemed equally taken with his owner.
The large dog was usually incredibly well behaved, and listened immediately when Caterina ordered it to do something, but apparently that courtesy only extended towards her friends and the people she employed to walk it because today Ulysses insisted on taking Madeline for a walk. The English woman had been fighting for control for the past twenty minutes, trying her hardest prevent the dog from running after every single thing that moved in the park but failing miserably. Madeline had nearly tripped over the skirts of her dress three times when she decided enough was enough and practically dragged the excited dog over to a nearby park bench. She tied the black leash to the metal leg and then sat down with an exhausted huff.
"I am never doing this again," She told Ulysses who was pulling at his newfound restraints.