"wake up"

i try and walk the one-eyed pug nightly. i pretend it's not exercise and actually an opportunity for daisy to shit in other people's yards. the length of our walks depends entirely upon whether or not i remember my ipod. (might be easier if i had three like orrin hatch.) completely opposite of what 'normal' logic might suggest, bringing along music shortens the walks. despite every attempt not to sing along i can't stop myself, after long stares from fellow walkers i immediately turn around and walk home in shame.

after yesterdays humiliating rendition of a paul anka song, i've decided to revamp the 'pod before letting it out of the house again. so, today we took a long leisurely walk and i paid attention to my surroundings, giving me the chance to see a man in front of me literally stop and smell the roses. you know, i don't think i've ever noticed someone doing that--in fact i've never even noticed the rosebush the many times i've walked my neighborhood.

maybe, just maybe, next time i will.