Asleep By My Feet

I always had a romantic vision of when I got older of me sitting in an easy chair with a dog asleep by my feet ready to spring to their feet on my command. I thought of that image this afternoon when Molly was sleeping by my feet. As far as springing to her feet on my command? Molly has never been the "fetch my slippers" or "bring the newspaper" kind of dog. She believes that if I wanted those sorts of things, I should have hired a maid. She will bring me her leash so we can go on walks and I am alright with that. I was telling my physical therapist the other day that I walked my dog six or seven times a day and her response was that her dogs would be jealous of that kind of a walking schedule. I have the time now and I am going to do it as long as Molly and I are able.