P.S. TO FRIDAY'S BLOG

No sooner did I have Friday's blog posted when I received a call from the genius at school. "Guess who has been here working out all week?" he said. Right away I knew who it was. our guy Tim! The fact that he was on campus was a deep dark secret so he didn't get to see him and didn't even hear about it until he was gone. Oh, well, what would either one of us say to him if we did meet him? I'm not the type to approach a star and I've had plenty of opportunities here in Nashville.

THE NEW WALK

As I have mentioned, I'm trying to exersize more these days in the form of a brisk walk on one of the times I take Rufus out. The genius measured our street to be 1/10 of a mile one way, so if one goes up and down it 5 times, he/she has walked a mile. So I have been building up gradually until I at least do a mile a day.

I would take off and go on other streets to make the walk more interesting, but Rufus is so uncomfortable off of our little dead end that I just stick to this one. In fact, everytime we get to the part that runs into another street, his tail goes down, he starts looking at the cars in a panicky way, and tries to turn back.

I'll let him tell his side:

Y'Mommy has a different way to walk these days and I don't know what to make of it. First, we turn right at the end of the driveway and go to the end of the street. Them she turns around and tears up the street like a bat out of hell; I don't even have time to sniff, much less pee. Eventually, she slows down and I grab that time to do some smelling around, but if I tarry at all, she takes off again! I have to do my business really fast if I need to and I usually do.

She takes me all the way up to where the cars are whizzing by at breakneck speed, and just when I think I will have a heart attack, she whirls around and starts back.

Then, of all the crazy things, when we get to our house we keep right on going and do it all over again! She really must enjoy it because every time we go out she wants to increase the number of times we make this walk.

By the time we finally do turn in at our driveway, I am exhausted and barely have the strength to eat my treat!! But I finally do and then collapse in a heap on the back of the sofa where I can still keep guard of the house. If I can only stay awake!

Why do I get the idea that wearing me out is part of her plan?