Walkin' Da Dog

One of my daily routines is to walk my dog.  Ginger's 4 years old and half German Shepherd and half Chinese Shar-Pei.

Sometimes I don't really want to walk Ginger, but I need to, and at the end of the walk, I'm usually glad I did it.  Of course, her smiling face is all thanks.  It's odd in my opinion that dogs don't walk themselves and need us to go with them - I guess they truly are pack animals.

After passing the cow skull, Ginger sprints up the hill next to the house.