We usually go down the bike path, across the bridge and back through the woods. But sometimes we head into town and go around Rotary Park or wander behind the bandshell. Depends on the weather and my mood and which way Fen turns as we reach the sidewalk.
And walking behind him always makes me smile. There is just something about that little Boston Terrier wiggle butt that is silly. His legs move fast...scissoring up the sidewalk. He probably takes six to eight steps for each of mine....but his feet move so quickly I can't really count.
His ears bounce with each step....and then, sometimes, they flatten toward the back or one will go back and one will rotate forward. Radar??
I've found that walking a boy dog is not something that you can rush. There are trees to smell, weeds to anoint, favorite posts, garbage cans and sidewalk signage to "claim".....and then the dead stick that now belongs to Fenway. How is it that he always seems to save just enough pee to hit all his marks? Every walk is a dog expedition....and even though we've done these same walks now for years, Fen seems to think every one is exciting and new! He has a nice outlook on life and always seems to be a man with a mission....his walk....his world....a dog's life. I'm just happy to go along......
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