Without undue judgement, I admit that I'm baffled by folks who walk their dogs while wearing earbuds or headphones. When Beckett and I walk, it's a communion. I live for the way he smells everything, for the little grunts he sometimes makes, for the moments when he stops and throws his head back to taste a gust of wind with his eyes closed. We feel each other on our respective ends of the leash. There's literally nowhere else I'd want to be during that hour, and nothing I want to listen to but Beckett experiencing another day.
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