Walking the Dog

Fair warning: I’m writing about my dog. (She’s fine— no worries, there; old, like many of us, but fine…so far.) Or mostly fine. This morning we went on our usual circuit around our little acreage—up and down hills, through the woods, down to the creek, over to the stock tank. No stock and not much water, right now. But lots of lovely mud. Dog is a whitish Labrador, currently two-tone—bottom half…