I walked the Chandler Street Loop this morning in 44:40, accompanied the entire way by a perfect, twenty-pound brown dog. She was in the Taylor's yard when I started. She looks a little like a doxon, but almost certainly isn't, at least I don't think. For one thing, she has disproportionately large paws. She might be a puppy, and behaves as if she's been trained, at least a bit. She was perfect on my walk. She barely strayed, except a little when other dog-walkers passed, when we passed yards with dogs, and to chase squirrels up trees, which she loved. That was her favorite thing. Perhaps what stood out most was her graceful walk and jog, which reminded me of those I watched during equestrian events at the Olympics. She has a red collar, but no tags. I hope she has a home and will soon go there. At the moment, an hour after I returned from my walk, she's sitting on the front porch.
I swam 1000 yards at the Hays Senior Center in 25:25.
A bit after my last entry about the dog, before I left to swim, what I think was her father appeared. He looked like her, except much larger; I'll guess he weighed sixty pounds. They ran up and down the street together for a couple of minutes. I walked into the yard, and the little dog ran to me. She leapt up and put her dirty paws on my jeans. I petted her, and she rejoined her dad, and they jogged away, north on 35th Street.
I walked the Levy Trail this evening in 30:41.
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