Ah, the pooward-dangling whistle! I always put mine in my mouth when I'm picking up, just in case
I'm more likely to forget to take the whistle off than put it on. I often find myself rooting around in the lead-and-collar drawer trying to find it, when it's already around my neck. There have been times I've been to dinner straight from a quick dog walk and only realised I had the whistle on when someone commented.
My husband and I have obviously been together long enough that he doesn't bother looking at me anymore
