Forging a trail

Took the dog on the Katy Trail Saturday afternoon. Learned two things:

1. Charlie is not now, and will never be, my workout companion. She lasted all of 30 minutes, and most of that time was spent sniffing around, not walking.

2. Due to the presence of the Katy Trail Icehouse (which I adore, don't get me wrong), at least half the people walking on the trail around 5pm on a Saturday are drunk. It's fairly hilarious, but someone is bound to get hit by a bike eventually. Just sayin.