The morning walk with Frankie used to be very random. Every day we went in a different direction but lately he has mostly followed a route. We walk around our little group of houses counterclockwise three quarters of the way. Then, instead of closing the loop, we continue through the grass to the next street, sometimes the second street, then we make the loop home.

One of Frankie’s favorite stops is the house on the end of the next street. There is a patch of grass that doesn’t get mowed, probably because it is inside an area that was once a flower bed, or something like that. In any case, Frankie likes to chew on the long grass.