Taegan Gets His Cigar Walk

Every few weeks, Peggy suggests that I take our Golden Retriever "Taegan" for a "Cigar Walk". When I feel like a good cigar, she would rather I take "T" for a cigar walk, than smoke it at home (and rightfully so). Now, when I gather my hat, coat and walk through the house with a cigar and lighter, the dog starts prancing around the house 'cause he knows what's happening next. We walk around and in and out of the four blocks that surround our house. About 1 hour. Just about the time it takes to smoke a good cigar.

It was a great walk. Around 53 degrees and a light breeze. We stopped and talked with neighbors and looked at the starry sky.

It also meant that Peggy could do homework and watch "The Bachelor" without my sarcastic comments.

I think that's called win-win.