Every day begins with a ritual that rivals the feats of Hercules: walking my mighty 10-pound Shih Tzu, Otis. It's a journey filled with absurdity, unexpected challenges, and enough comedic relief to rival a sitcom. Join me as I recount the epic saga of walking Otis, a tale where the smallest of dogs proves that size is merely a number. Firstly, let me introduce you to Otis. Despite his regal name, he possesses all the majesty of a fuzzy potato. His fluffy coat and oversized eyes make him look perpetually surprised, as if he's just realized he's a dog and not a particularly fluffy pillow. But don't be deceived by his diminutive stature. Otis has the heart of a lion, or at least the bark of one. Our adventure typically begins with the elaborate ritual of preparing for the great outdoors. Otis insists on inspecting his leash as if it's a medieval knight inspecting his sword before battle. Once satisfied that the leash meets his high standards (or at least doesn't s...