Dog’s getting old…

Okay so I never actually came back a few minutes later.  After I fed the meter, my mom calls and I went to pick her up, then left for Detroit.  Arrived home 5ish and burned some steaks on the grill, had a few friends over and had some beers.  Today is a slow day and my back is killing me.
I went to walk the dog last night…he got old.  Really old.  As the saying goes, the spirit is willing but the body says no.  He tried to run an prance around but his joints and legs wouldn’t let him.  He’s not been exercised all winter, and compounded with his age, his muscles really went down the tubes.  I’ve walked him again today and he really had a hard time toward the end of the walk.  I’m going to try and walk him daily, hopefully that will help him rebuild his muscles, and it wouldn’t kill me either to get more exercise.