The big guy and I have developed a new routine, heading out early for a long walk every Saturday morning the weather permits it.
The streets are deserted, save for the young girl who works the coffee cart on the main road.
If he behaves well enough we make it to a bridge that crosses this stream, where we take a rest.
I like to gaze out at the creek and get lost in the sounds of water and think deep thoughts about life.
He likes to poop on the bridge.
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