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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