Duncan and I have vastly different agendas on our walks. His seems purpose-driven, as if he's got a strict list of things which need accomplishing, including peeing on the snapdragons on the corner, disrupting the ant hill at the base of the largest of the cottonwoods and sticking his nose in every unsavory thing we stumble upon. My agenda, however, is to be as agenda-free as possible, to enjoy the walk, perhaps do some people watching, ponder my novel and maybe snap a few pictures along the way. Duncan is quite good at stopping and staying when I see a shot I'd like to capture, although more often than not he gets in a few digs aimed right at me which aren't always apparent until I get home and download the photos. He's good-natured and lovable, but he's also cunning and has a wicked sense of humor.