I usually get up around noon when I was working the night before, and one of the great blessings of night shift is I don't have an alarm clock in my life. After I wake up and splash some water on my face I do my physical jerks as mandated by my wife's personal trainer who we go and visit from time to time and who keeps us on our toes as it were. Then I have breakfast or lunch and then, like it or not, I find this large yellow Lab with big brown eyes sitting in front of me with her big yellow tail flapping slowly from side to side. I cannot escape, it is time for a walk.
That I took Cheyenne out in the pre-dawn coolness some six hours earlier for a romp as soon as I got home has nothing to do with it. That it is 90 degrees outside with a bright crisp sun doesn't affect her one bit. She is primed for a walk and it is her time and she knows it. I load her into the car and try to figure where best to take her.
(The sign in the photo above said,
No Trespassing, as though I might otherwise be some kind of pole vaulter of Olympic aspirations ready to bounce over the perimeter to do harm to the occupants).When it's hot I aim for some kind of inhabited area, a place with houses and a place where other dogs may have walked to increase the proportion of interesting smells she might meet in a short distance. On this walk at Sugarloaf Drive Cheyenne dived into the bushes and came back triumphant.
Dried fish for elevenses.
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