Are you still there?

Jess was at school this morning (her last class ever), and Molly was feeling lonely, so she walked along to the Post Office with us.

Uncle Bert took her on the lead and I followed on behind at my own pace. Every few steps, Molly would look around to see if I was still there. Sometimes she even pretended to find something interesting to sniff; but I know she was just making Uncle Bert stop so that I could catch up.