If ya don't know how to do it I'll show ya how to walk th' dog

It seems that much of my life revolves around dog walking these days. I never intended for it to be this way. And sometimes I wonder what I'm doing with a dog when I said I would never have one again.

Davis has to be walked in the morning and in the evening or he has way too much energy. In the morning I walk down to the intramural fields with him. There is a regular group of dogs and their owners who meet there between 7:30 and 8:15 most mornings. After work I load him up in the car and take him to a large dog park for about an hour.

I used to resent the time I spent chasing him around the park, but he's gotten more managable, and I have to admit that I actually enjoy the walks now.

This afternoon was particularly pleasant. The weather was in the 70s, not too hot - not too cold, if a little humid. The recent rains greened things up.

There's a walking trail around the park, and I notice that I'm one of the few who get off the beaten path. I've been that way most of my life. Davis and I have exlpored some cool places down by the creek.

Today hundreds of little yellow butterflies were darting around one part of the meadow, only a few inches off the ground. And I collected several kinds of wild flower seeds. I tried to take some pictures, but the camera couldn't capture the beauty my eyes could see.

I've had Davis for 6 months now. I still think about finding another home for him, but I doubt he's going anywhere.