I’ve taken up swimming lately and while it’s not wreaking the kind of damage on my hair that I had expected, it’s a dogless form of exercise, which engenders some internal conflict, especially since there is very little to distract oneself from oneself while doing laps. It also involves a good deal of gear planning, what with all the bits one needs: swim costume, goggles, ear plugs, rubber hat, towel, entrance fee, buy-10-get-one-free punch card, satchel, car keys. Walking the dog requires a leash and a poop bag (if one is a good citizen), so simple in comparison. Okay, and comfortable shoes and maybe a podcast once in a while. There is lots to look at and we all get exercise together. And there are no bossy signs that euphemistically demand that participants have clean buttholes before diving in.
Cat poop consumed: no
