We have a trick for long walks and it's called. "Hop up." And that means: let's make this walk more interesting and the phrase is actually shorthand for: "Hey Grantley, jump up on this elevated wall of concrete." You know, like a curb-only something that might be holding a garden in, or just a short wall. She likes it. Hopping up.
We did one near the library where the wall got progressively higher until it was way too high for her to safely jump down so I scooped her up and settled her on the sidewalk and I remember it, because she was all wet and I was thinkin' to myself, how da ya like them muddy wet apples, ya big show off?
We were out strolling post monsoon. It's been so wet that individual sidewalks squares are completely submerged and so, without any prompting from me? Instead of walking through this giant puddle? She hopped up. All by herself.
Good girl.
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