Our HEAT & extreme HUMIDITY of late has thrown The Dog's four w-a-l-k-s a day all out of kilter. We are down to two. Yes. Gosh. I wonder if The Dog realizes The Math here? It's a 50% reduction in taking in the urban fabric & its noxious airs.
The Dog now point blank refuses to go out for his 12:03PM departure. May I say? I am not the one who originally chose this particular moment of the day to go outside. Nope. It wasn't me. However, being mildly Democratic of nature, I let The Dog choose his Times and now, I am letting him un-choose them.
Then, the 8:55PM departure... which was, actually, the first outing to be chucked... continues to be A No-Go. Once The Dog has climbed up the stairs to Rest & Nap on his upstairs wool-layered cotton jacquard-covered mattress, he deigns not to descend until the morn. 8:20AM is the norm. This says a lot about Weimaraner Grit. That The Dog can squeeze his sphincter closed and shut the valve to his urinary track for over twelve hours is...? Is...? Well, is a testament to either his laziness or determination not to be bothered after a certain hour of the day.
This leaves us with the 9:00AM... or there abouts... and the 4:40 PM departures. Neither hour is optimal. The morning stroll is to be beseiged by harried commuters since, The Dog enjoys leaving his "donations" at the depressingly ill-maintained park at the Metro subway stop. And frankly, the afternoon ambling could be very well postponed a couple of hours, so that we might enjoy some shade along the oleander lined allee of via Milano... the local province of Pee & Poop.
Ah... but, The Dog insists and I must obey. That's Democracy for you. Gads.
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