In the dog walking lottery today I got Ramona, who, in case you haven’t already noticed, is a lot like a lottery prize. I pushed the baby juggler and Ramona kept pace alongside, gently anticipating each turn and waiting for cars. It was as if squirrels and cat poop had suddenly been eliminated from the world. Seriously, I bet with very little training she could be one of those dogs that accompany folks in wheelchairs. She’d go to service dog class and the teacher would say, “Ramona, I know you already know this, so feel free to read magazines while I do compassion drills with these other morons.”
Cat poop consumed: no
Walking the Dog 