Mystery Mounds and a Single Sock

As I took Kingsley for his daily walk around the block I wondered to myself, "What must it be like to live on a three-foot radius when there is 'So much to do...so much to smell...'." I wondered if the King was as aware of his impediment as Ariel was of her mermaid body. So we traded places.

I let Kingsley take me for a walk.

And what an eye-opening, throat-choking, knee-burning experience it was. He had no problem dragging me along or bolting at a passing car (I still think he was all too aware that his leash was fastened around my neck). It was interesting to get a too-close look at all the things he wants to sniff. I'll be honest, I was even interested in sniffing the single sock that someone left lying on the Provo River Trail.

And as I dodged pee and lingered with Kingsley by every mystery mound, I was able to understand that he and I have different interests, but what he loves is just as interesting to him as my interests are to me. I enjoyed our role reversal so much, I even tried sitting on his lap when we got home. He yelped and we traded places.