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WINDED

I wonder if we are the only dog-owners to take their pooch for a ride on a regular basis; at least twice a week.

It came about this way.

On Tuesday's and Friday's we leave the Jeep out on the street to make room for service people to get their gear up close to the house.

Then, when that is finished, we put the Jeep back.

Well, you can't just go and move the thing. The dog has to go along. A ride around the block is fun.

Then it got bigger. We noticed that Franklin likes the wind. All dogs do.

We won't let him hang his head out a window but there is enough room to get a good mouthful if he stands close.

He has also found the exact point where the wind from all the windows hits in the back (seats are down). A formula: Maximum Wind Velocity=Where Franklin is sitting.

So, we started going for more than a block; getting up speed to get Franklin some high speed air. That was fun; so we made the loop even longer; a couple of miles; ten minutes.

I know. Nothing for old men to do but putter and spoil their dog.

But there is something about watching him luxuriate in the wind. Now that it is hot, he even likes the oven-effect of dry 8% humidity heat at 105-110 across his snout.

It is all very amusing. And very inexpensive entertainment.

Movies cost 10.00 now. Well, geezers pay 6.00 but still.