DRIP — What to Do With Your Bag
Hint: It will wind up in the same place as the one I held tonight
When it comes to Man’s Best Friend, I have one.
Feel free to make any comment rude or otherwise that you wish to this story for what I am about to write but also that as a middle-aged man, my best friend is probably my sweet baby.
I have been married for over twenty-six years, so an argument could be made that my wife is truly the best friend that I have in this world, but categorizing your better half as a friend is a disservice to her.
So I mention my best friend because walking with her is one of the seven ways that I have averaged seven miles of walking per day over the past several years.
One of the main purposes of our walks is to get her to do her business 💩, which she often obliges two or three times as we walk our typical mile-and-a-half or…