Our,”drizzly walk”, on  a warm Thursday evening.  The city’s outdoor skating rink is flooded – although it’s melting this week.

Montreal must be setting a record for the amount of rainfall in the past two months.  This was reflected in Westmount Park during a drizzly, and windy, Friday evening walk.

An early morning fog, coupled with reflections in the evening during our various Saturday dog walks.

After a very stressful day, for everyone, we found some peace walking through Westmount Park.  It would be nice to have the mind of our dog – where elections don’t matter.

The end of D.S.T. and the evenings are dark by 5pm.  Popular option states one can now have an extra hour of sleep in the morning – try to explain that to our dog!

For some, unexplained reason, when walking our dog we leave the house  using the front door.  One would call it “force of habit”.

On occasion, we leave by our back door that leads  into a myriad of lanes built in the 1800s to deliver ice and coal to the Victorian houses that line the streets. It’s a delightful array scents for him!

The lanes are adjacent to Montreal’s best shopping (and tourist) area: Saint Catherine Street (rue Sainte-Catherine) – however; it trickles to an end within our neighbourhood. The street’s sole restaurant and coffee shop close at 3pm on Saturdays and are never open on a Sunday.

Our evening “dog walk” through Westmount Park – slow and steady.

I was reading in the “Secret Life of Dogs” that their sense of smell exceeds ours by 100,00 times.  As such, compared to us, they perceive the earth in a manner that has been described, in some books, as almost “alien”!