We put in an hour every day, sometimes more, pounding the pavement as we get our walk out of the way. Sometimes it's a morning walk, sometimes it's in the evening, and with the unusual bout of cooler weather we've even walked in the afternoon. I think all that experience qualifies us to say that the neighborhood is going to the dogs.
Our community is clearly inhabited by dog lovers...we meet them every day out exercising Fiddo. And while there are plenty of regular person-with-dog-on-leash sightings, it's the not-so-regular ones that are memorable. Like the lady who rollerblades with her black and white puppy bounding along side her. He looks like he has enough energy that she could just let him pull her down the street. Or the guy who walks four dogs at one time...two big ones and two miniatures. How he finds the right pace that works for both long legs and short ones I don't know. My favorite might be the doggie parade...little dog on a leash held in the mouth of a big dog on a leash held by a man. A dog walking the dog...too funny.
Dog World is a lot like Human World in that there are those who actively avoid exercise; they go for rides in the golf cart instead. We see them regularly too, riding down the street or the cart path on the golf course. Some sit on the floor but most are on the seat, even the big dogs. They seem quite happy to feel the breeze ruffle their ears and sniff the smells of unfamiliar territory. Surely they must bolt now and then when a squirrel darts in front of the cart or a dog in an adjacent yard begins to bark but I never see that. What I do notice is that some of them have been hitting the Kibbles and Bits a little too heavily; they could benefit from walking not riding...and a few of their owners could as well.
And while I've heard many golfers complain that they played like a dog, I have yet to see one of the cart-riding dogs hit a shot. I knew dogs were smart...it's the humans that are fetching the ball in golf.