I felt the hot breath on my
face and sensed something wet brush

against my cheek. Without a doubt, there was an aura
of tense expectation in the room. And then, with his wagging
tail thumping repeatedly against my wife's dresser and his toe
nails tap dancing on the maple floors, I opened an eye and he
emitted an excited whimper of triumph. It was 6:00 a.m.

And thus began...

Year in The Walk


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