My friend and I took our chocolate balls of hair and slobber out for a little hike this past weekend. Samson and Finn got to be dogs on a few hundred acres of trails and scrub brush. They chased sticks and dove into cold water with gusto. Later that night I asked Finn if he needed to go out one last time. He groaned, rolled over to ignore me, and finally slid off the couch like he was made of jelly – making the same noises I make at 6:30 every morning. To be a dog, eh?