I’m showing my age with a reference to Three Dog Night, an iconic band from my childhood. For about a year, a group of us would sing “Joy to the World” every time we rode the bus on a school field trip. The “Three Dog” reference is also about my three canine girls. But for my new walk routine, I’ve decided it’s got to be a One Dog Morning. Three leashes and twelve paws are just too much for me too handle that early in the a.m.
So, my walking companion will be Winifred, aka Winnie-the-Pooh-Bear-Dog, Freddy Head, Fredo, or simply the Winster. Winnie is about two years old, and we’ve had her since Thanksgiving 2007. She’s a wonderful girl, an interesting mix of – depending on the vet surveyed – cattle dog, Australian shepherd, shepherd, huskie, retriever?
I envy Winnie her physique and athleticism. She can – literally – step up a couple of feet onto the top of the doghouse. She can run like a gazelle, and leap over the other dogs and over the retaining wall, seemingly without effort. She loves to play. She is lean and lovely. Despite her athletic nature, this girl knows how to relax, and can easily get comfortable. She teaches me important life lessons.
- Winifred
Earth Shoes is NOT providing Winnie with shoes as she accompanies me on my journey. And I’m not sure how to calculate the number of steps she’ll take. She has four paws; I have two. Do I double my steps? A problem for the ages.
