I walk the dog. Early, late. House, hedge, hedge, driveway, hedge, house. It makes him happy. My dog is good in a perfect way. I love him. I know him. I believe he will die a natural death, the first of any pet I have ever owned. He is getting old for a big dog (11) and it scares me to think that he will become weak and sick and that I will have to make a choice or that one day I will come home to no one waiting at the gate. And then I will be totally alone. So, in this way, my fear is selfish. Because he has seen everything in his 11 years and he knows me, too. And I will lose that reflection of my experience. And my best friend ever in the whole world. Selfish mom.