my favorite parts of the day is right after the final sprint, when we cool down and we walk a block back to the house, holding hands. then, on the front porch, i take a second to towel off bo. he's not usually a cuddly dog, but when i'm drying him off, he snuggles into my stomach and looks up at me with his big, brown eyes.
but this morning, towel in hand, i smelled a fresh pile of dog poop. i looked over his body frantically to see if he had somehow rolled in his own mess. nope. i glanced around the front porch. nothing. then my handsome puppy looked 