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Waffles
Asheville, North Carolina
Beagle, two years old. A nose with legs. Currently investigating something. Always. 

:INFO
The World According to Waffles
A Beagle does not see a neighbourhood. A Beagle smells a novel, updated daily, written by every dog, squirrel, and dropped sandwich that came before. This is Waffles's territory as he understands it: not streets and addresses, but a map of destinations ranked entirely by scent. The route below is sacred. Deviating from it is not an option he will consider.


:MAP
35.5951,-82.5515,Home base, where every walk begins and ends [FOOT]
35.5968,-82.5498,The corner. Every dog before him must be accounted for. [FOOT]
35.5989,-82.5471,Park gate. Tail goes fully vertical here. [FOOT]
35.6002,-82.5449,The big meadow, off lead heaven, the whole point of the day [FOOT]
35.5975,-82.552,The creek, for drinking and, ideally, rolling in
35.5931,-82.556,Dr Patel's, the vet, tolerated strictly for the after treat
35.5948,-82.5533,City Bakery, confirmed crumb source, walk slows to a crawl

:GALLERY [displaystyle:grid]

:QUOTE [quotetype:plain, subtitle:Waffles's human]
I do not walk the dog. I accompany the dog on his rounds, and I am grateful to be included.