Today’s walk was solitary, which sometimes I don’t mind. It’s just too sloppy for my pups to take the daily hike. Besides, I had to drop off an envelope for one of my doctor’s at Northwestern Hospital and I would not have been able to enter the building with the pups in tow. Just as well. Even in their Snob Hounds weather appropriate environmental protective rainy day gear, it was just too icky out for them.
I know how persnickety they are when it’s wet underfoot and I didn’t feel like dragging Lucky-Boy all the way up to Michigan Avenue before he finally got the idea that I’m the Alpha and we’re taking the usual walkie to Chanel and back, regardless. Sometimes even the pups have their off days and I have to allow them.
The mist and fog hung so low, I could not see any higher than about six floors up on many of the buildings that line Wacker Drive. Even Trump’s Tower was shrouded in mystery. It’s also a fabulous day for taking photos, but I didn’t schlep the camera, so you’ll just have to use your imagination. The most dramatic days weather-wise are the best for walking, it seems. Real candy for the eye.
By the time I got up to the Ave., the soup lifted a bit higher and I could almost see the top of the Tribune Tower.
This is going to be a great day. I just know it.
Get out and walk for the health of it.
