Barn Sore?

Lil’ Toot here. As You know, this is My First Journey around the Sun. Being a twelve-week-old Morkie, Winter caught Me by surprise. Not that long ago, the Sky was Light when Mom and I rolled out for Our Morning Walk. Now? It feels like O’ Dark Thirty. I am a Very Small Dog and don’t trust This pitch-Blackness. Not living unstuck.

But Mom? Absolutely determined to go for This Walk. She thinks the exercise helps Me to throttle Back during the Day. Hmmm . . . But like a barn-sore Horse that doesn’t want to leave home, I drag My Paws on the Way out. On the way back? Our Neighbor laughed to see this Wee Pup pulling Mom up the last Hill. I know where home is. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Do You like to Exercise during these Dark Months? Or are You out and about? I say: Moving around will take Any Edge off You. I tend to crash when I get Home. Such strenuous activity! Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#barn-sore

Courage, with all your imperfections, you can do anything you want to do.

—Courage, The Cowardly Dog