I’ve now recovered sufficiently from my Thursday night fall, that Ozzie and I are back to our 3-milers again. I don’t know how many of my readers have dogs, and of those, I’m not sure how many of you have male dogs, but having a male dog has taught me a lot about dogs and males in general. Sidewalks are Doggie Facebook. We start our walk on my street (of course) which is a rather busy straight-shot north to south route through town. We head for the little park that is about 10 blocks from my house, not because we intend to play in the park, but Ozzie will generally present me with a gift within about five blocks of home, so we stop there to deposit said gift in the trash can. Since we take the main road for most of this route, we observe the male dog (and male in general) curse of nature. They must always sniff. We have all heard that attraction is in the smell. There are many trees in Eugene, and Ozzie generally has to stop and sniff each one to see who has posted for the day. Some trees deserve a mere glance. The heightened dog sense of smell indicates there’s something there, but nah, let’s pass it by. The next tree (or rock, or bush, or patch of grass) may merit a thorough sniffing (click ‘like’), and then another may be so enticing as to merit a dousing in what I suspect is more dog pheromone than pee (definite ‘comment’). By the time we start our Facebook journey in earnest, he’s already peed at least three times and there can’t possibly anything left in there! Once we get to the park, we take the back streets through the neighborhood. We have lots of streets that do not go all the way through to the main drags around here, and they are quiet and have very little traffic. Here, we walk in the street. The end of the Facebook postings for the day. Our pace quickens and we can finish our three miles in record time instead of dawdling along the way. When I first discovered Facebook, it seemed so exciting. I could find old friends — in fact, I’ve reconnected with some good friends from college and one from high school –but it quickly became apparent that old boyfriends were to be avoided at all costs. Those of you who have found good, kind, maybe even funny, dependable men, count your blessings. I appear to have been sprayed with a healthy dose of good-man repellent since the day I was born. Now my Facebook experience is more like the end of our walks. I stop by from a distance, see what friends are doing but don’t need to get too close-up and personal, and I don’t need to spend all day sniffing. Next time, my dog will be a female!