The Joy of Walking (When You Are a Pup)

Walki 1

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. A walk. A walk.

Walking 2

Come on, kid, we walk all the time. Act like you have done this before.


  1. holly on January 20, 2013 at 11:27 pm

    Congrats on the new addition of the Thundering Herd. He’s cute like they all are!

  2. Zoe on January 20, 2013 at 9:08 pm

    I am 84 and the sight of poop bags for walking being stuck in Mom’s
    pocket makes me woo, loud and long!!

  3. Teddy Westlife on January 20, 2013 at 4:58 pm

    Oh Frankie. You are too cute.

  4. Andrea on January 20, 2013 at 4:40 pm



  5. houndstooth on January 20, 2013 at 2:58 pm

    That’s the wonder of puppies, everything is for the first time! 🙂 And then you turn around and they’re thirteen years old. *sigh*

  6. Khyra and Sometimes Her Mom on January 20, 2013 at 10:22 am

    Oh the torture 😉

    Walk walk walk –

    I wish woo khould have been with me last night – we were walking on Mom was babbling – she asked me what goes through my head when we are walking –

    Of khourse, I’m SO not telling!

    PeeEssWoo: This reminds me, I MUST get nudging!

  7. Sam on January 20, 2013 at 8:32 am

    Monty hasn’t grown out of that “OMD – I get to go for a walk, REALLY?” phase. It has been three years…. Sigh…


  8. Wild Dingo on January 20, 2013 at 2:15 am

    Boy i loves me that Typhoon. sure hope he keeps his mask. juno kept much of hers. that way he can’t be identified when he commits his crimes. Notice I wrote “when”…

  9. Cheerful Monk on January 20, 2013 at 2:04 am

    I’m 73 years old and identify with the pup. The world is full of wet blankets, isn’t it? Thank you so much for the pictures.

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