Youngguy and I had made plans to do something this coming weekend. He asked if I’d like to go snowshoeing – and in one of my favorite areas around town. He even suggested that I bring my camera.

Whoa. Does he know what he’s getting into when he says that?

But, alas, my tumble down icy incline precludes me from wanting to take any chances with falling down an icy mountain wearing snowshoes and carrying my new camera.

So I wrote and asked if we could change our plans. We had previously discussed sushi and/or taking our dogs on a walk.

Oh, our dogs – our kids – our boys. Me – a beautiful old man of a beagle. Him – a beautiful young man of a fox hound. A short-legged fox hound and a long-legged beagle. Fox hounds are my second favorite dog behind the beagle. They look just like beagles but with long legs. Beautiful dogs.

Our boys are very similar in nature. They have that playfulness of hounds but they are both also more submissive and don’t get excited about being the alpha males. While they haven’t met yet, we have a feeling they would get along great.

So, when he wrote back, he asked me to choose between sushi and the walk. He said he thought he knew which one Frank (his fox hound) and Dakota would choose. And then he said that Frank has actually had sushi and will share the story later.

I didn’t tell him that Dakota loves edamame. He is cuckoo over it. It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. He actually takes the pods and squeezes the edamame out of them, leaving me the pods to clean up. It’s hilarious.

But, instead, I suggested the walk and perhaps taking along sandwiches or something.

Maybe next time Dakota and Frank can join us for sushi.