saturday afternoon. another walk, another poop. soft but hand-able. i had to pull him away from the neighbor coop as they are vehemently indirectly anti-dog and advertise it next to their dog magnet boxwoods planted amidst their chocolate husk mulch, toxic i believe i've heard to dogs, a deterrent for the illiterate dogs and probubably got surveillance to boot. oh sure i totally understand, i'm just thinking of the dogs and a dog friendly neighborhood, excuse me. so i feel bad pulling an old dog from the only vegetation along the street and i get him to the midway. it's gloomy out, unless you like gloom, then it's a fine day, and wind, you must love wind. we don't go far and i hold the leash knowing after he eats delicious fresh snow he may want to roll like normal yet when we get back across the street to the median grass he drops and does a half roll before i can say jack handy. i see his belly looks clean and a healthy color except the incision and the railroad staples and a little pooch idle know what that means not a hernia i hope. anyway i don't mind what the neighbors say we did good, we are good boys.