No it's not a yo-yo trick, it's what I try to do every day with a group of friends and their fur friends. We head out to the foreshore park and wander the back roads along the river. On one side of us, the glorious Fraser River (the mighty Fraser as Monty Python called it) and on the other side, the youth Psychiatric Centre for violent offenders and the bird sanctuary. So far no teenage axe murderers have intercepted our walk, but then again being torn apart by a pack of dogs is probably not their first choice upon escaping incarceration. Which probably also accounts for why we don't see that many birds.

So this is us on our walk, on any given day. We end up with a multitude of dogs and have to keep doing the dog count thing. Where's Daisy? Has anyone seen Morgan? If you ever feel crappy and down, just go for a walk with the dogs. Pick up some poop. We call it a "Vancouver Handwarmer". You'll come home smiling, especially if you remembered to put the dog poop in the container provided and it's not still in your pocket.