This morning, to take Bernie on his first walk, I slipped on a fresh T-shirt off the stack of laundry my wife did yesterday. When we came back, 20 minutes and three quarters of a mile later, Bernie’s tongue was lolling out the side of his mouth and the T was soaking wet. I tossed the shirt in the washing machine and cut another notch in my lesson stick.
It’s a good idea to read the paper or listen closely to the radio before you go wandering off on your exercise routine. The forecast high temperature in
Transplant recipient or not, I suggest you take the advice I gave Bernie borrowed from a Noel Coward song: Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
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