It's like a 1,000 degrees in Texas so we wait until the temp drops some before we go on walks.  Tonight my big furbrother Grunt went with us.  He is 13 yrs. old and mom worries this might be his last summer with us...she's been saying it for at least 2 summers that I know of.  Grunt doesn't have to walk on a leash (lucky).  Mom says he's earned it because he's old, can't hear, and he doesn't get a wild hair to take off chasing imaginary things that need to be chased.  Imaginary...I have no idea what she is talking about.