Y'know what's fun?
Taking the dog out really late at night (because he's rapidly developing a shy bladder that only allows him to pee when he's with you)
hearing a hooty-owl in the deep woods
and then, full of the peace and tranquility a rushing river and velvet darkness of Spring brings,
nearly stepping on a giant frog in the path and doing the shit-shit-shit-shit! dance with the perplexed dog, who didn't see the thing and so thinks you want to play.
Convincing the mutt (who's barely seen you in two days and thinks being out this late is wonderful, y'know, plus the whole pee thing) that you're not up for a late night game of romp around the lawn is not easy.
But at least you aren't scraping frog off your shoe.