She felt a real kinship with the postman.
After all, like him, “neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night” kept her from walking the dog. For a very brief moment, it occurred to her that maybe the US postal service could make more money by offering a dog walking service to local residents. And then she laughed at the idea of her dog being walked by the very man at whose heels she nipped ferociously.
Yeah, sooooo maybe that wasn’t a feasible business proposition.