Perambulate. I love how that word rolls off the tongue. Slow it down. Per...am...bu...late.
It's a word that, I think, perfectly describes Hurley's walking style. He goes at a slow pace, hips undulating as his 70 lb frame imitates that of a much, much larger dog. Each step seems to be infused with purpose, or maybe it's just that each step reflects his laid-back attitude towards life.
Even the synonyms at dictionary.com each perfectly describe what comes to mind when it's just me and Hurley walking about our neighborhood: saunter, amble, mosey, meander, ramble. Yup. That's my guy!
I'm beginning to realize that Hurley's gift to me might be teaching me the ability to take life in at a leisurely pace, to not sweat the small stuff, to stop and smell the roses (or the cat poo, as the case might be).