Walking the Dog With Company

I took Walker Evans on his daily walk at about 5 p.m. yesterday, and headed north on Norwood Avenue; at the first corner, who did we encounter but Prego and the Prego Pup; we waved, then joined forces as we realized we were heading in the same direction and that our dogs have met a few times and were friendly with each other.
Indeed, as Prego and I talked about hockey, wives, hockey, music, work, health and hockey, our dogs romped around, sniffed each other and everything else in reach, peed as if they each drank a gallon of water beforehand and, when two dogs were sighted across the street and about a half-block away, they joined forces standing between Prego and I and the other dogs and let loose with some serious barking.
As we parted, we spoke of getting together to watch some Sabres hockey, possibly last night, but it's a good thing I ended up too tired to move much of Saturday night/Sunday morning, due to the Sabres' 3-1 loss to Ottawa.