. 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!