Yet Another Reason I Love My Dog

She claims to be wimpier than me. We did our usual walk in the park and, over the course of the year or so that we've been doing it, it's gotten progressively easier. No longer do I have to concentrate on breathing reasonably nor do I have to lay down on my couch when we get done and pray that no one needs anything from me for the next two days. And now, it's gotten to the point that, by the time we get almost done with the walk, I feel invigorated, not exhausted. And so today, we kept going, up towards the golf course, which involved going down a big hill and then turning around and going back up it. When we got back to the car, she claimed to be so tired that she couldn't even jump up into the seat; she had to slink onto the floor and lay there until the windows went down and the White Stripes came on. Then, miraculously, she made a full recovery.