When I start my own religion, the first rule will be "When life allows, walk your dog, ride your bike, or mow the lawn." All of these things have their benefits for either the dog, the environment, or your neighborhood. But they all serve to benefit the doer, too. Whether you choose to see that benefit as psychological, spiritual, or metaphysical is up to you. I'd rather just enjoy it.
And, for me, the past few days have been all dog, all the time. Since the weather was nice today, since Jerry seems to have stopped passing blood and is having no digestive disruptions, since I felt good, but sucked at art; it seemed like a great time to get him out, about, and unbored. We crawled around in the back yard for a while, then he ran a bit while I carried his butt, and, finally, I put him in the stroller for a trip to the park. Only the crawling bit made for decent photos.
You can see a few more shots in Jerry's Photos, if you're so inclined. But be forewarned: He's a disabled dog. He looks like a disabled dog. If you're bothered by that sort of thing, you may not want to look.
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