While we were gone, the house-sitter took Wally for two
long hikes each and every day, and because Wally didn't appear quite excited by his dry dog food, the sitter also heated up organic chicken broth and poured it over Wally's kibble.
There was even talk of periodic massages for his sore paws.
As a result, the dog we returned to is noticeably skinnier and happier than the dog we left, prompting me to think that next time, I'll send Wally to Maine (where there is much pie and steak, most of it wearing butter), while I stay behind to enjoy twice-daily hikes, heated food, massages and utter lack of air travel.
See you pondering the dog's life, Tom Chandler.