Taking the dog for a walk sounds simple enough. Once we are out there, it's apparent something else is in charge, however.
- •I grab his fierce looking spikey collar; all the tags jingle and he perks up.Anticipation! What's on the trail today?
- •Snap on his harness and leash, grab a handful of poo bags....We're off! Literally rocketing out the door.
- •Angel races for the road. Dog on a mission.So far so good, getting warmed up, this is looking to be the exercise I have been craving....and then....
- •screeching halt!Circling, burrowing through the piles of leaves, back up, back up, the nose hard at work.
- •Collecting unseen data, inhale/exhale.There are messages everywhere. Some old (he knows), some fresh (wait!what?).
- •His nose is a muzzle to behold!Angels sense of smell is more than 100 times more sensitive than mine.
- •As I shift uncomfortably back and forth on my feet I feel a sense of inadequacy.Angel looks at me pityingly (or is it my imagination?).
- •I encourage him to get back to work.It's his walk, after all.