Walks are good. I like walks. I usually get at least 2 a day. My morning walk takes me up and down different streets in my neighborhood and sometimes to the post office. Past the 2 dachshunds on the corner, who bark and bark and bark until I walk up to the fence to say “What’s up?” and then they go “YIPE!, YIPE! YIPE!”. I don’t even have to do anything but look at them for them to do that…small dogs…they have issues. Then there is the very big doberman that runs back and forth behind the very small picket fence. I’m not worried but he makes my humans nervous.  After that there  is an Akita that sits in his front yard watching everything. I tease him and say “I’m on a walk and you’re not.” and then he barks at me to go away, ha, ha! Sometimes on my evening walk I see Martha the bull mastiff and she slobbers all over me. I also see a dalmatian walking the other way sometimes. He has the evil cone on this week because a BAD DOG attacked him. That wasn’t very nice. And there’s a very cute golden girl on the other corner, I like her but I don’t see her too often, too bad.