This evening Kacee and I were sitting in the swing on the patio. I was reading the newspaper. She reached over with her paw and tapped my arm. I looked at her. She was looking me directly in the face. I asked her, "What do you want? Do you want to go for a walk?" Oh, boy! Down she went and we proceeded on our two-mile walk. We had to go pretty slow, because it was warm and I didn't want her to get too hot. Those walks mean a lot to her!
