How many blogs can a guy write about his dog?
One more, I guess.
This one, Jackie Mudpie, has been sedentary these winter months.
I’ve taken her for walks a few times, but many cold or wet days I’ve walked in the mall — while she has spent her time in various stages of meditation on the living room couch.
And now, on a warm Sunday afternoon in late February, as I get outside for a brisk walk, I’m one year older.
In dog years, she’s aged much more. She’s seven years older — a bit flabby, out of shape, and dragging.
That’s okay.
I plan to give her lots of exercise these next few weeks. By June, she’ll be chasing birds again.
And in July, I won’t have the heart to expose her to the heat — so she’ll be back on the couch.
A dog’s life.
