As much as I’d like to stay in bed and keep warm on these increasingly chillier autumn mornings, duty calls. In this case, walking the dogs. As I’ve posted in the past, for those who’ve been following this site, my wife Bonnie and I have two retired greyhounds, Alex and Ava, ages 5 and 7 respectfully. They led lives as working dogs so retirement has not come easily to them. So every morning they rise with the sun and need to go to work, meaning one of us has to throw on some clothes and head out the door...
