Recipe for a Happy Hound


It’s been hot this week, but I don’t think anyone has been as miserable as poor Twix & Rolo.  Their schedule has been completely upside down because it’s too hot for walks at the usual times, and they’re not getting nearly as much activity as they need.

Last night, we went for a walk around 8 pm—it was nice out, and all Rolo wanted to do was R-U-N.  He kept bolting off in front of us, then reaching the end of his leash and lurching backward.  Poor little guy.  Even after our walk, he paced around the house whining.  Catch played with him and he whined.  Catch gave him a loofah dog to destroy (he just loves ripping the squeakers out of those things) and he whined.  He didn’t calm down until we went to bed.

So, feeling sorry for my poor little man, I made a bargain with the devil (aka, Catch). It involved getting up at 5:30 am, throwing on some clothes and going for a walk.

Now let’s be clear—you don’t want to KNOW me at 5:30 am.  It took a good fifteen minutes before I could even open my right eye fully.  Catch put her arm across my shoulders and I shrugged her away.  I am NOT a morning person.  Especially when all the melatonin in the world isn’t helping me get a good night’s sleep.

But we walked.  And Rolo was happy.  And the photo above is my content, post-walk little man looking lazily out his window perch.  Shortly after that, he curled up on the couch for a nap.

Man, sometimes I really wish I was a dog.

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