I picked up a part time job last week. It’s great. I get paid to walk dogs. I feel like I am ten years old and in one of those after school specials - you know the one where the kid has a get-rich-quick scheme but something goes wrong? Okay, well nothing has gone wrong, but it’s probably the easiest money I have ever made. Once or twice on the weekends, and a couple nights a week, I go down to the boarding kennels and take the dogs out for a walk. I like getting to interact with all the different dogs. Last weekend, my favorite was a 120 pound Bermse Mountain Dog named Kala who insisted on leaping through the three foot high grass on the sides of the path instead of just walking on the mowed path. What I liked about her was that even though she was a total spaz in the grass (she spent about 10 minutes hunting a grasshopper) when she got to the end of her leash - she was on one of those 20 foot flexi-leads - she would stop and wait for me to catch up. She never tried to pull and she never ran fast enough to pull me off my feet, which she easily could have done.

It’s a pretty great job.