We kept walking and then Charlie paused to check for traffic, stamped his feet a bit on a crack in the pavement. Still paused, whereas he usually speeds right across the street to our house.
I went to stand by him. He turned his head and I saw a little smile.
Then he sprinted in full glory across the street and I followed (less gloriously but non-pantingly -- Charlie is a great trainer).
He knows when to hold 'em.