instead of a puppy, i got a two-wheeled grocery dolly. more formally: my paris rolly thingy.
last night we went out for our first walk – me, leading the way, it obediently yet playfully bumping along just behind.
benefits of the paris rolly thingy: it, unlike the 10 trillion dogs in paris, does not poop on the sidewalk/everywhere and anywhere a foot might fall. and… it, being ruled by one of man’s great inventions, the wheel, greatly diminishes the straight-down force of gravity on my heaviest groceries, for a less my-arms-are-coming-out-of-their-sockets walk home when detergent or milk is on the list.
something which could qualify as a benefit: in my staircased neighborhood, the pulmonary strength training of having to snake around and around the neighborhood to get home with my heavy-as-poop-(but-not-pooping) grocery dolly is, well… marked.
something which is not a benefit: it’s not a puppy…