Epilogue
Geoffrey did some quick math in his head. “This is our one hundred and fiftieth walk.”
“It is?” Tag asked. “Are you sure?”
They’d walked the field twice a day, once in the early morning and again at sunset.
“Well…maybe not,” Geoffrey admitted. “Rainy days, thunderstorms, we probably missed a couple.”
“A hundred forty-one. We missed twelve.” Tag was the numbers whiz.
“That many?” Geoffrey asked.
“Rain, thunder, the week we spent in the city before we got the pups…” They’d seen a dozen shows, including the first rehearsals for Starting Over and when they came home, went to the shelter, and adopted two dogs, older, not puppies, at two and five.
“We walked in the city every day. Twice as much,” Geoffrey said.
“So we did, and not that I didn’t have fun, but it wasn’t the same.
