Spit Take |
For me, the morning walk is all about dogs. And I learn something new every day.
I begin my routine by taking an informal pooch count of my circuit. It starts with the red-collared black-and-white guy, the monarch of Adyar, in no hurry at all to eat the biscuits given as a tribute by his many subjects. The graceful, spotted boy, the one with definite hound blood, who pretends he doesn’t know me, comes next. Then come all the familiars.
