Somehow, in my mind, I have the idea that the true measure of a small town is whether you can walk to the grocery store.
Today was a good Tasha-energy day, and a good Bailey-weather day (cool enough to walk pretty far), so we decided to walk to Publix.
Bailey had to wait outside, and he was not happy about that ;)
Whaddya mean, "wait outside"?
Well, OK, I'll stay here and guard the bench.
Success! I ran in, got what I needed, and ran back out to a happy dog.
Exercise, check. Groceries, check. Avoiding traffic: excellent!