My Dog, My Reality Check

Nearly every morning I head out with my beautiful little girl dog, aBoo (sounds like Abu), a 115-pound Newfoundland. We always walk the same trek: down the block, toward the neighborhood Catholic school, over a long hill, and then up 282 stairs to the top of Mount Tabor. The route is about three miles roundtrip or a bit more if we take the long way home.

I enjoy the walk, as it is great exercise, and the sunrise can be gorgeous from the top of the hill. Unfortunately, a recent morning walk wasn’t fun. In fact, it was quite frustrating. The problem? aBoo is a Snuffelator. When we walk she insists on stopping every several feet to sniff this and that, and all around. She also likes to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and wait for me to bribe her with a biscuit as payment for accompanying me on the walk. Note: She does not do this in the evenings when we are on “her” walk. Nope.

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