Meeting the Neighbors

Morning dog walks are usually the time that I use to wake up.  I stumble out of bed, throw on something semi-decent, and let Peanut drag me out the door for a quick jaunt around the neighborhood. I eventually find myself awake and ready to face the day.  It’s a happy routine. The “something semi-decent”…

A Drizzly Dog Walk and the Case of the Lone Tennis Ball

It’s still rainy.*  On our morning walk today, Peanut and I made futile attempts to stay dry.  My tactic was to wear a raincoat, his was to walk on the sidewalk to avoid rubbing his belly through wet grass.  He lasted about 5 seconds before something in the grass smelled irresistible. Anyway, we were walking…