This is one of the last walks with TV. We put a jacket on him because he shivers outside now, he cannot adapt to the weather. He used to love snow. He would roll around in it until he looked like a snowman. Because he is blind, I have to drag him along. We only make it across the field behind our house. For eighteen years one could find me walking TV. We would often walk two to three miles a day. He lived for his walks.