I bet the scrapple is perfect.
So last night we went for no walks. It was dark. Even I'm not dumb enough to walk in my 'hood after dark.
Pat tried to leave him out this morning and he wanted nothing to do with the yard. Or eat his food. I think he's on a hunger strike. I barely got downstairs—didn't even have shoes on yet—and he wanted to go! So we went (.6 miles).
Then when I hung out the laundry he came out with us, both times. I think he'd stay outside all day if you left him.
Later I did my regular walk, about three miles, with Sharon. We stopped at the post office and then headed up the Fourth Street Hill. I told her we could go out Pawnee. Then I gave he the choice Pawnee or Cherokee? At Cherokee it was that or Seneca. At Seneca it was that or Delaware. We ended up going out Delaware. My original intention. But the mean walking coach in me left her make the choices. (2.25 miles).

When we reached Broadway, I called Pat and told her to have the dog ready and we walked more, with him. (.75 miles)
Then as Pat and Sharon took down the laundry, I ran around like a 10 year old, playing ball with the dog. I need a bigger yard.
Lydia didn't get back until at least 3:45, so we went for yet another walk. (.75 miles)
You sure can't be lazy with a dog in the house!
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