It's amazing how quiet and isolated this is. You can't hear anything but birds.
There's a nice clear stream where Lucy cooled off.
Almost done. Time to take a break, come out of the woods for some simultaneous drinking.
I want to go back!----------------------------------------------------------------------------
OK, those are the cute puppy pictures for this week. Now here’s some random rambling.
As Lucy and I go for walks, we meet all sorts of people and we talk to them all. Or they talk to me about Lucy. Before I had her, I never walked around the neighborhood. I run (a lot) but that’s not conducive to conversations with strangers. Here are a couple of recent things people have said on our walks.
A couple weeks ago we’d reached the turnaround point of our 2.5 mile walk. We stepped off the trail so I could give Lucy some water. A woman was adjusting her helmet and preparing to ride her bike on the same trail. She looked at Lucy and told me I had a pretty dog. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but the cyclist then looked at her again and asked me, “Is it a woman?” No one had ever asked me that before. People ask if it’s a boy or a girl, male or female, but never, “Is it a woman?”
Monday night we were walking on the trail next to the flood control ditch and we came upon a man with a golden retriever. By his clothing it was clear that he was someone’s yard man or landscaper. I didn’t think the dog was his because he didn’t seem completely comfortable with it. The dog insisted upon greeting Lucy and because the man couldn’t pull him back, I let Lucy greet the golden. They were smelling each other and playing and getting the leashes tangled up. I asked the man the dog’s name. He told me the dog was Hunter and he was Miguel. He had a strong accent and I could tell English wasn’t his first language. Looking at the dogs, he then asked me, “Are they same race?” I told him Lucy is a yellow Lab and Hunter is a golden retriever. I understand his confusion. They are about the same size, similar coloring, just different hair length. After we said bye, I laughed to myself. No one had ever asked me about Lucy’s race before.
As Lucy and I go for walks, we meet all sorts of people and we talk to them all. Or they talk to me about Lucy. Before I had her, I never walked around the neighborhood. I run (a lot) but that’s not conducive to conversations with strangers. Here are a couple of recent things people have said on our walks.
A couple weeks ago we’d reached the turnaround point of our 2.5 mile walk. We stepped off the trail so I could give Lucy some water. A woman was adjusting her helmet and preparing to ride her bike on the same trail. She looked at Lucy and told me I had a pretty dog. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but the cyclist then looked at her again and asked me, “Is it a woman?” No one had ever asked me that before. People ask if it’s a boy or a girl, male or female, but never, “Is it a woman?”
Monday night we were walking on the trail next to the flood control ditch and we came upon a man with a golden retriever. By his clothing it was clear that he was someone’s yard man or landscaper. I didn’t think the dog was his because he didn’t seem completely comfortable with it. The dog insisted upon greeting Lucy and because the man couldn’t pull him back, I let Lucy greet the golden. They were smelling each other and playing and getting the leashes tangled up. I asked the man the dog’s name. He told me the dog was Hunter and he was Miguel. He had a strong accent and I could tell English wasn’t his first language. Looking at the dogs, he then asked me, “Are they same race?” I told him Lucy is a yellow Lab and Hunter is a golden retriever. I understand his confusion. They are about the same size, similar coloring, just different hair length. After we said bye, I laughed to myself. No one had ever asked me about Lucy’s race before.
1 comment:
Cute pics! Lucy's got the right idea with cooling off in the stream!
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