For more than 5 years, every Saturday morning I have met four friends at a park for an hour of fellowship, prayer, and walking. With only a few exceptions in that time, Dexter, and then both Dexter and Comet have accompanied us. In the last few weeks, a Chihuahua and a Pointer-mix have dropped-by. Well, “dropped-by” is not really accurate. They were attached; the former, to Tom’s wrist, and the latter, to Dan. On alternate weekends. This past Saturday, I got a case of the “guilty”s -starting with that “look” from my dogs, since I was going on a series of personal (Christmas) errands directly from our park walk. I did not take them to the park that morning.
This last “real” work week of 2017 has also intruded on the routine morning dog walk. I have been leaving the house a little earlier all week, starting earlier, and neglecting their morning exercise. I am feeling run down as a result. The “dog-nosis” (diagnosis) ? The lack of dog-time makes for a dull boy.