Too much to juggle
.The famous Mr. Z and I usually take our first walk of the day at 5:00 a.m. whilst it is yet dark.
That walk, important as it is, gets to be a bit complicated these days, given my propensity to fall.
At first it is straightforward: Zion's leash on my left hand; my walking stick on the right.
All is well and good until Z takes his first poop. Then it gets to be difficult.
A leash attached to a dog. A flashlight. A walking stick. A poop bag.
Think of this: bending over, and bagging the poop with my right hand, whilst trying to hold on to the leash, the walking stick and the flashlight in my left hand.
A head lamp to the rescue!
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