The park. You’re going to the park. Everyday. If you live in a warm environment with a beach, that’s where you’re going. That park.
That’s why I call my cat a guide cat. He guides me to lolll around on the couch for 22h a day
I would call it a “Journey” Dog
A journey to every cigarette but and used tissue in sight 😂
life is not about the destination
Well that sucks. The journey has been terrible. I have not enjoyed the last 41 years. Also, I’m 41.
Not all those who wander are lost. Sometimes they just play dog roulette
Might get kind of tricky when crossing a busy street
Your destination: death
“… or if you make it there.”
Dirk Gently’s Guiding Eyes for the Blind
I have a Shiba. Walking her is like walking a cat, so I beg to differ
Nobody said she had to be a GOOD guide dog to count 🤷
sometimes I just close my eyes and see where my dog takes me, is fun, mentally hard, but fun.
I do this too. :p
The neighbors must think I’m insane.
I try to count the steps and see if I can make it further than before. My record is like 140.
It’s very mentally hard. I’m always thinking, “oh I’ve gotta be going down someone’s driveway now!”
I try to use the dip in the curb for driveways to tell if I’m going the right way
This is a great quote. Describes how I feel at my job at the moment …
Can I use it?
You may not end up where you meant to go, but you’ll end up somewhere interesting
Like under the bus.
Didn’t see that coming. Either.
As long as you don’t mind going to all the smelliest places.
Psh, as I’ve grown older I am hoping the dog would just be a lazy dog and just suggest we lay down and take a nap
As long as you only want to go to places that smell of piss
Similarly helpful advice: a broken clock still shows the correct time twice a day.
I’d say a dog would still go to predictable places eg. they’d go for a walk on their usual route (maybe a bit larger).
I had a Husky. For me it would have been the random path of deer, rabbits, and random people’s driveways. He had no sense of direction, and cared not for walking norms.
While backpacking in Ireland, my friend and I visited the small island of Inish Oirr. We had all day to explore the island so set off without any route planned. A black dog tagged along and soon started guiding our way. He would loop back and stop to wait for us at turns. We followed him blindly through the maze of stone walls. He led us to a lake, a lighthouse, and a shipwreck. He always seemed excited to show us the next landmark. We literally followed a dog from morning until sunset. It felt as though he had done this many times before. He was such a good boy.
