I'm staring at the stoic profile of my waiting dog and wishing I could just take my carbohydrate filled belly to bed instead of putting on pants to take her for a walk. Sometimes I imagine I would do all sorts of things with the time I spend walking her like going to the gym, taking in a movie, getting to work on time. Of course that is all horse poo. I had to be cajoled to happy hour yesterday, and it had nothing to do with needing to get home to walk my dog. Truth is, she is the single best decision I've made in the last 7 years. She's opened my world. Almost everyone I know has a Baloo related genesis of contact and I've met some tremendous people in the last 7 years and seen some great things walking through the forests, beaches, and sidewalks with her.
So I guess I'll put on some pants and get going.
2 comments:
Get out there soldier and walk that dog!
It felt like fall on tonight's walk. This is why I'm glad I have her. There's no way I would have taken myself on that walk.
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