Our daily walks

I really like our walks. Mom has gone from a size 12 to a 6, Bill said she had a little tummy, but I can't find it, as long as she can keep up with me I am okay with whatever size she is.
When we start out I go through the gate and look for the lady who lives next door. When I see her I just get all happy cause she calls me wiggy. It's not my name but she says it so cute, I just run around and around as fast as I can. It makes Loreen (that's her name) laugh and laugh. I love it.
Then we move on to our walk. I like to talk to everyone I see, but Mom usually just wants me to piddle and poop and move along. She doesn't understand when I stop to sniff my surroundings and she says "Come on Widget, you smelled that yesterday." All I can think is "hey, they're rollover scents." I like smells to become familiar like old friends. She thinks stink, but I know they're really messages. Sorta like liquid e-mail.
Mom isn't what you would call an outdoor girl, but I get her outside twice a day, rain or shine. I think it's good for her, instead of sitting at the computer all day. Bill hated the computer, but I kinda like it. She lets me sit at the keyboard with her, hence this blog.
COME BACK NEXT WEEK AND I'LL TELL YOU HOW I HANDLE HER WEEPY MOMENTS