Tough Walks Merit Shared Treats

Not all dawgwalks are created equal. Some are exhilarating, given the freshness of the air, the blueness of the sky, and awesomeness of Nature all around us. Others, given frigid winds or (as now) still winds in unremittingly muggy conditions, are more like a survival march. The joy of walking becomes harder to find.

After one of the tough walks, Junkyard Dawg and I sometimes reward ourselves with one drive-through plain breakfast biscuit, which we share, while I sip my senior coffee (enjoyed black). Okay, I know the biscuit wipes out some of the caloric burn but two old dawgs deserve a treat now and then.

Sometimes after a dog-days-of-summer walk, we just flop under a ceiling fan, and chill. There is joy in that, too.

Who knows how many more walks we will have together? I am thinking that in dawg years Ellie is about my age, and that is pretty doggone old. Find joy in every walk.

I will say this for ol' Ellie: She is always eager for me to put on the leash and take her for a walk. Any time of the day, she's ready to go. She usually chooses the route, as my dear Sadiedawg used to do. I wish I could share that enthusiasm setting out on a day like today ("feels-like" temp in the 90s with humidity factored in). However, I am almost always glad afterwards that we made the effort, even when (or maybe especially when) we come back drenched from a pop-up tropical shower.

Stay the course, dawgwalkers.

                                            © Robert Gray Holland  (2018)