Time Traveler

She bounds out of the house and down the driveway like a puppy. I race to get out of the house and catch up with her as she gallops down the street.

She trots through the neighborhood like a teenager, slowing down just long enough to sniff a bush, a tree trunk, or a fence post to find out which of her buds has been there before her.

As we near the end of our walk, I wait on the corner as she slowly brings up the rear like the old lady she is. I love this dog.