That’s why I call my cat a guide cat. He guides me to lolll around on the couch for 22h a day
The park. You’re going to the park. Everyday. If you live in a warm environment with a beach, that’s where you’re going. That park.
While backpacking in Ireland, my friend and I visited the small island of Inish Oirr. We had all day to explore the island so set off without any route planned. A black dog tagged along and soon started guiding our way. He would loop back and stop to wait for us at turns. We followed him blindly through the maze of stone walls. He led us to a lake, a lighthouse, and a shipwreck. He always seemed excited to show us the next landmark. We literally followed a dog from morning until sunset. It felt as though he had done this many times before. He was such a good boy.
As long as you don’t mind going to all the smelliest places.
Psh, as I’ve grown older I am hoping the dog would just be a lazy dog and just suggest we lay down and take a nap
I would call it a “Journey” Dog
life is not about the destination
Well that sucks. The journey has been terrible. I have not enjoyed the last 41 years. Also, I’m 41.
Might get kind of tricky when crossing a busy street
Your destination: death
The other side