I Am The Dog Walkerer

I got a call this afternoon from Cousin Melissa. She had that ‘can I ask a favor’ voice as I picked up.

Somehow, in a coordinated time goof, the whole family was gone from the house and tied up. Would I run over to walk Scout?

Of course. This is no big deal. They’re close. I understand.

Walking Scout is not liking walking Doppler! Scout is a big dog and strong.

My right arm is now noticeably longer than my left!

How does Scout find pee-after-pee-after-pee for all those trees and bushes? When Doppler goes, she’s done. Scout is never done. There’s always a little held back just-in-case.

Next time I walk Scout, left handed.