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 That dog certainly has anxiety issues, I decided. It was continuously wagging its tail - left to right, right to left. The way I swing myself when I am more agitated than usual. 

It was sitting right in the middle of the walking path of the park. Where the humans were walking busily round and round and round and round. A walk to nowhere. A walk which they hope will some how take away all the calories they consumed yesterday and will again consume today. A walk which they hope will melt away their bellies and make them slim like models. Or a walk which they hope will make them younger, healthier, will make their legs stronger, their knees pain free, their feet lighter. 

And it was sitting in the middle of all their hustle bustle, without a worry in the world. Not exactly a sign of an anxious soul. 

Had it finished its morning walk? Or did it plan to do after a tiny bit of breakfast? Did it hope that any of these kind people will feed it? 

I as anxious as ever, walked on hoping that this walk will make me healthier, will make my knees and legs stronger, will add more serotonin, and other onins I need for better mood.