Juli and Keith have a dog. He is a dachshund named Walter.
He likes to eat carrots and strawberries. Which is strange for a dog, frankly. Sometimes when Arthur and I go out for a walk we take Walter along. He has to check his "pee-mail" as Juli likes to say. I think this is a hilarious concept, but weirdly accurate, as he must sniff every tree and bush between their house and the mailboxes up by the main road, which is about 1 km.
Here is Walter eating a strawberry. You can just sort of make it out entering his mouth. That's a blurry strawberry, not his tongue.
We had a very full morning of appointments, today down in the Portland at the VA, again. It's a hard situation. Sometimes we feel optimism, and sometimes we don't. Such is life.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Our neighbors/farm partners’ dog also eats carrots. She like to chase them across the kitchen floor. Our late husky, Nicky, used to pick blackberries with me. He would curl back his lips to avoid the thorns and delicately pluck the berry off the vine.