Gilligan is adjusting well to a caged life in an apartment without a doggie door. We go out for walkies at least 4 times a day. In the second picture if you look to the left just ahead of us, you can see the frat house where we had to go to borrow a phone and a phone book when I locked us out. In the third, if you look carefully over Gilligan's back, you can see one of the University of Memphis signs. Gilligan gets to choose the route, but we never go more than 2 blocks away from home base because he gets VERY tired. In the fourth picture you can see our apartment building ahead and across the road. We are almost home. Gilligan is exhausted. In the last picture you can see our front door on the walkway above. Gilligan did not want to go up the big steps and led me around to the shallower steps. My sweet geriatric doggie. I love him.
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