We watch dogs for friends and neighbors when they travel. Most of them describe walking their dogs as a constant chore, and even apologize for putting the task on me: "He needs to go at least a mile in the morning, and then again at lunch, and probably in the evening or he'll keep you up all night. He's relentless."

My last dog was 14 when he died and the one before him was 18. I relished every walk with them, as much as I do now with my temporary wards. This is my JOB, but I savor it, as you describe so lovingly in your piece. These creatures force me into their experience, sniffing the air, scanning the scene, feeling my heartbeat. The same routes are never mundane.

YES! Savoring is essential!!