My friend and I have been walking every day for about an hour. We have made a makeshift 1/4mile track around her house and yard and we let the kids run around and play while we crank out a sad 2 miles in an hour.
Valerie’s dog insists on walking with us every day. It is so funny because she is about 12 years old and she limps the whole way. Poor thing. The other day while observing the poor dog, I said to Valerie, “Maybe when the dog has a noticable difference in her limp, there will be a noticable difference in my bum.”
Thanks to Valerie for another great e-mail forward.
Man, Valerie, you should really figure out how to blog this stuff!
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An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from
his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.”The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:”He lives in a home with ten children — he’s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?”