Meet my teacher

Happy National Dog Day to my favorite 90-year-old. My love for him grows exponentially with each day. These days our walks are shorter but take way more time. What used to be a five-minute run down a nearby hill now takes 30 minutes (at least) as he stops and sniffs and stops some more and sniffs some more. The more I do this with him and embrace our new normal, the more I realize this isn't a bad approach to life. Add to that my greater appreciation for naps, treats and belly rubs. 

Good boy, Fergus. Good teacher, too.