My thirteen-year-old black lab (I call him my fruppy) has it made and he knows it. He is pretty crippled with arthritis these days and our walks that used to be miles are now limited to about a half block. I miss those long hikes we used to do, but know that life is hard on our four-legged friends and they age much faster than we undeserving humans. He takes Rimadyl daily, which is a godsend, to deal with his inflammation, and we walk short distances a few times a day. Here's where my dog is smarter than your average canine. He knows if he walks up the block and back he is rewarded with a massage. Jackpot! When we get back to the yard, I ask him if he wants a massage to which he replies by laying down in the grass, head resting on my knee and lets me work away. He's like jello when I'm done and has a great nap after. My dog knows...he does his work, he gets rewarded. What a good dog!