Mary walked down the road with the dog on the leash. Watson had been sick for the last few days so she had to take the dog on his morning walks.
"Come on Gladstone, do your business." Mary said in an annoyed voice as the dog flopped over on the grass. "Why are you so lazy?"
The dog didn't move, and Mary tugged on the leash. The dog slowly got up and started to walk. Then the dog saw a cat, and in the next second, Mary was being dragged down the street. As they neared the park pond, the dog turned a sharp corner, and Mary knocked a man into the pond. At the same time, she managed to get Gladstone under control.
"I same so- Mr. Mycroft!" Mary cried in shock as the elder Holmes dragged himself out of the pond, hat pouring water out of it.
"Miss. Watson, I can't say I am pleased to see you." Mycroft said in an unhappy tone. "What has made you knock me down, and you to look like you have been dragged through a hedge backwards?"
"The dog, I can't get him to stop very well."
"I can now see why my brother uses the dog for tests. He is a menace to people. Good day. Wait, what is your dog doing? Why is he lifting his-STOP, OH GOD NOT MY NEW SHOES!"