We had just finished our scheduled morning meeting out by the bushes next to our home. Our elderly golden, Louie, and I were walking back to the garage for breakfast, and he just stopped. He sniffed around the air, looking confused for a bit, and I gave him some time to get his bearings straight. I stopped using a leash with him a while ago because, at our advanced ages, neither of us was going anywhere fast, but I still had a step on him.