"Do you want to go for a walk?" she asks.
What? I'm going to say "no?"
Exercise is great, but for me, it's all about the journey. In the four miles down the road to the beach, I pick up and return all my messages.
Stop. Sniff. Pee. Stop again. Sniff again. Pee again. Sometimes claw up the ground as a kind of punctuation mark.
Sniff: who was here? how tall? how big? hostile or friendly? male or female?
Pee-over: hi! just passing by. or (if it's close to my home) a polite "thanks for stopping by but don't come in."
I'm not an aggressive type. Some (who?) might say I'm a little wimpy. The Jack Russell is the bossy one. I'm all about friendly and playful.
Does she know I know almost every dog on the road by smell?
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