Wednesday evening I took Beatrice for a walk in the park. The park walk is a mile and 3/10ths, perhaps. When Beatrice was a younger dog, this walk took 30 minutes, with almost stop-watch precision. But now it takes longer. Last night was on the longest side--64 minutes. Part of this is her being slow but I think part of this is her seeing the virtue in stopping and smelling, if not the roses, pretty much everything else.
I liked seeing the various dogs we passed and ignored: the over-sharing bulldogs, the awkward sitting corgi mix, the two shy chihuahuas, and the painfully-eager white terrier. Beatrice is my little introverted friend.
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