Chico went with me to an early appointment in North Conway the other day. He waited in the car while I went into the doctor’s office,* so he got a consolation walk afterwards.
The Saco River flows all along the west side of town, and there’s an easy access point right near where we were.
With the fog, it was sort of mist-i-cal/mystical/magical looking day.
And of course for a canine, a species that has a sense of smell hundreds or thousands of times more sensitive and sophisticated than ours, a place full of new smells is like being the proverbial kid in the candy shop. And I get a little tired of our standard, out-the-door neighborhood walk, beautiful as it is. Doing anything with too much regularity can take some of the sparkle out of it. Mixing it up keeps us both happy.
*I get an injection in each knee every six months or so and I’m not very good at it, I get pretty tense, and while Chico is welcome in the orthopedist’s offices, I don’t want to have to manage him and me at the same time.