On Saturday the weather was beautiful so I took Sammy for a walk around the reservoir. We passed a man with a spry little dog and as the dogs stopped to check each other out, he asked how old she was. I said, "She's 13. She's at the point where she stops and has to smell every bush and blade of grass." He responded by saying, "Well, there's something to be taken from that, as you get older you should make sure you slow down and take time to smell the roses."
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