Satchmo Goes for a Walk!

Note use of the term walk, as this lovable coonhound wasn't too willing to run more than about 1.5 to 2 miles. (Note also, however, that he did win first in his division in a 5K last summer, despite an unfortunate early stop to check the curb, and claim it as his own.) 

I admit, that in a fit of sheer laziness, I offered to take Satch with me--knowing full well that he's not happy doing more than 2 miles, provided you can get him to go that far. Though this charmer's long legs appear built for speed, his giant ears have the effect of a race car's parachute, effectively hindering his need for speed. So, when we headed out to enjoy the gorgeous (50+ degrees!) day, I had an idea what the "run" would entail. 

We made it down to Castle Island, with only two stops--both assessments of the sidewalk (thank goodness for Katie's hollered "Don't forget a bag!" as I was running out the door). We gamboled about on the sandy beach, surreptitiously checking out the local action--nothing but a spinster bulldog, a high-maintenance pomeranian, and a miscellany of mixed mutts with no obvious gender. 

Having done the necessary beach prowl, we shambled around Castle Island, only to stop on the Causeway--Satchmo, having decided by now he's had quite enough of the running, did seem to find enough energy to jump on the retaining wall every 10 feet, exhibiting his true yen for the blue yonder and love of coastal travel. 

We walked the rest of the way home, happily, casually, contentedly enjoying the waning daylight, pausing only to make note of new and exciting territory--be it garbage, light pole, strangers, strange dogs, grass, concrete, or what might have once been a beer can.