Daily, twicet, I walk the boys.
Ours is not an evening stroll, nor a gentle morning constitutional.
Instead, it’s a twice daily wrestling match between me and 150 lbs. of lively Lab puppiedom. It’s fun in a going-to-the-dentist kinda way. Sometimes I wonder if Tug hears his name as a command.
But we do it, a mile each morning and every night, no matter the weather ’cause it’s the highlight of their day.
And their want melts me.
Hey, tomorrow, Miss Carol’s gonna be out of town so I’m making my Sausage and Beans. I’ll finally have a post for doggy treats.
I can almost hear the thundering clicky-clack of excited typing.