May 15th's walk with Bella started inauspiciously. I arrived home and climbed the steps of the back porch, at the top of which Bella sat, eagerly waiting to forcefully lunge at my mouth for a kiss. My arms were burdened by a jumbo package of 12 rolls of paper towels, a can of soup, and sweatpants. I stepped on the sweatpants, fell on Bella, and flung her off the porch. She fell 1.7 meters (5 feet, 7 inches) onto concrete. To my vast surprise, she was completely unhurt, just apologetic that she had misbehaved in some way so that her master saw fit to hurl her off the porch. What a robust dog!
Just outside the yard, Bella detected something on the ground between the tree and the fence. It was a terrified squirrel, incapacitated by sickness or injury. I tossed the squirrel a peanut in the hope that helped, and pulled Bella away.
The walk itself was uneventful. Bella is fond of passing through the Neutral Zone, the area under the W-X Freeway where those homeless people who have cars choose to park and sleep for the night.