Hills

The other night I found myself becoming teary while watching our first baby (German Shepherd/Husky mix) find it difficult to get moving after being in one position for too long.  I had also been playing in my mind with the idea that I should start getting my self some exercise, again.  So upon my late night climbing into bed I mentioned both of these to my husband and he decided to take me seriously about the second.  So at 6:30a.m. my wonderful husband nudged at me to get up so that Zander (my fury baby) and I could go for a walk. 
Ugh!  I am sooo not a morning person and I am so not a physical exercise lovin’ gal, but I do wish I was.  So out the door the two of us went.  One of much more excited about this activity than the other, and of course the first portion of my circuit is up a slight hill.  Hills are not friends to those who are out of shape, overweight and asthmatic.  Now my traveling companion actually was helpful for a portion of the walk up the hill until he stopped so that he could sniff something and then leave a message to any other animal that might be sniffing around informing them that he was there. 
Oh sweet momentum  was now gone.  On I trudged with our occasional stops for the marking out of our presence.  Now we approached a road that I could take before reaching the one at the top of the hill that tempted me, but no I forged ahead and made it to the top of my little hill and was now going to be able to enjoy the down hill portion of my walk.  It’s my favorite part.  Its the time that I get to look around and enjoy the newly rising sunlight on this lightly foggy and slightly chilly day and ponder my existence just a little.  Then of course to return to where we began I must climb the brief bottom portion of the hill I live on and up the stairs back safe and sound in my cozy little home.  I guess my husband will try to get me to go out again tomorrow, so I should probably get to bed so that I can rise and shine.    
Goodnight
~Laura

My fury baby when he was still puppy