After weeks of an ongoing discussion about my weight with our dog, (”How big do you think Mommy will get before she pops?”), Hubby devised a different tactic to steer me toward weight loss: he cut a walking path through our property. He even offered to walk with me. “We BOTH could use the exercise.” (He’s right, of course.)
So, I started off with him on Morning Number One, walking stick in one hand, Dasani in the other, while “Miss I’m Too Cute and Adorable to Potty Outside” darted back and forth barking at birds, chasing butterflies, and sniffing the scent residue from whatever critter lurked across our lawn during the night.
Why the walking stick? Read More . . .
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