I was walking home from an early appointment this morning and waved to one of the doormen on my block.
I’ve heard this one before. “Because I don’t have the dog with me, right?”
“No,” he said. “Because you’re walking so fast. You and Rory normally just stroll along.”
This observation kind of took me aback.
I’ve always thought of myself as a fast walker — am in fact always being reprimanded by friends to “slow down” when we are walking together around the city.
I attribute my pace to my days at the University of Kentucky in Lexington. The campus is sprawled out from North to South, and with only 10 minutes between some classes, you have to book — and I mean seriously motor — to get from one end to the other on time.
I thought my personal walk speed had been permanently reset. Apparently Rory Dog has taught me how to slow down and enjoy the sights, sounds and people along the way.
Chalk up another life lesson to the “hairy human” in my life.