On days like this with a dog like mine, it means whether I like it or not I am going to be romping through this snow as if it were any other day.  I suppose I should first introduce you to Rex.  He is a 16 month old white, deaf Boxer with a Curious George personality who needs lots and lots of mental and physical stimulation in order to be ‘normal’.  I started fostering him in August of 2010 and now this little cow pig is mine :) 

Rex has a very regular routine; daily appointments if you will.  It took a while to find a way to manage Rex’s need to exercise and investigate the world in a way that didn’t make me go insane.  So once we found a groove we stuck to it.  Wake up at 7am, let out of his crate to snuggle til 9am, bark at mommy, food puzzle toy until about 10am, then we hike down to the graveyard to hopefully encounter doggies and say hello to his choice people friends who sit on the Broadway benches, nap from 1-3pm and repeat. Yes he gets two 1-2hr playgroups a day.

We burn hours in the cemetery.  Since Rex is deaf and inquisitive it was a total find!  He has some great buds there and expends more energy than any walk I could give him.  To be honest, I quite enjoy it too even though sometimes it feels like a chore to get out of the house.  But once I am there, I realize I do this just as much for me as for him.  Twice a day I have an hour and a half of walking around a beautiful place where I can let my mind go where it will… and all that is on the agenda is play.

That’s the funny thing about routine, you forget that it didn’t always start that way. You started doing this thing because you really enjoy it… so on days like today when it is just me and Rex in the graveyard with no tracks of any other dogs and the wind is blowing icy snow straight in to my exposed face, I think ‘Hey we are doing what we want to,’ because when I get home you will be a tired snuggly dog and that is rewarding enough for me to do this for you.