"Is it that time already?" I asked Maggie at four this morning as I rolled over and turned on The Weather Channel. The temperature was 43 degrees with a wind advisory. Brrrr.
"Come on, stinker," I told Maggie after I dressed and fastened her leash.
Where roads intersect is Maggie's favorite part of the walk. Stop signs! Maggie sniffs each pole with intense purpose. I will pull her away only for her to look at me like, "but I haven't finished sniffing what Spot is doing down the street." Ah, the wonders of day old dog urine.