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3/13/15 A Messy, But Perfect, Walk.

Mom was going to go to the gym this morning. She opened the windows in the house and she took a deep breath of fresh, 51 degree F air, which is something very close to Heaven considering this winter we have had.

I stood next to her and sniff, sniff, sniffed. Everything smelled good. Kind of soggy, but good. Mom looked down at me with a smile and said, “Forget the gym, let’s go for a walk.”

Mom gave me one of those pills coated in peanut butter, and I settled down to rest. Mom got dressed in her clothes that are too shot for even the gym, and her oldest gym shoes. Then she got her backpack and put in her wallet, two bottles of water and a plastic dish, some take-out bags (just in case), a couple of sheets of paper towels, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer. She put a fluffy blanket in Zeus’ back seat and took me into the backyard for a quick pee. Mom was taking her time so the pill would work. She didn’t want me throwing up or uncomfortable.

When it was time to leave, Mom drove so smoothly it was like Zeus wasn’t even moving. She had the windows half way down and I enjoyed the breeze. I didn’t even whine in the car. We got to the woods in no time.

When we arrived, Mom let me out and I stuck my nose to the ground like a bloodhound. For most of the trip, Mom let me sniff and take my time and walk in circles. We walked about two miles. Deep in the woods, we saw a beautiful deer. If you look closely in the middle of the trees, you will see her, too:

deertrees

The ground was very puddle-y, muddy, and the leaves were slippery and soaked. There was snow up on the hill where the sun hasn’t broken through the trees yet. I got wet and muddy and shook myself off several times. When we were through, I looked like a Black Lab. At least my legs and belly did!

We had the woods basically to ourselves. We saw two Blue Jays, streaking through the trees, and a very interesting flock of geese. At first, we didn’t know they were geese, since they were making kind of a trilling sound, not a honking noise. It was a lovely, woodsy sound. Mom tried to get a picture, but all she managed to get was the tops of the trees:

treetops

As you can see, it was a glorious day.

On the way back to the car, we saw a small, Pug-like dog. I looked at it and reared up on my hind legs when it started barking at Mom. Mom told me, “Leave it” and we walked away, the Pug’s mom calling out, “Sorry!” behind us.

I saw two other dogs, one walking and one guarding his car, and they were both about my size. I just looked at them and kept going. I did want to chase a couple of fat brown squirrels, though, and from the empty acorn shells strewn all over the path, I could tell that they didn’t starve this winter!

Mom headed toward a trim, green and white topped building out in the middle of the field. “Sorry, Mags, I can’t hold it,” she said, and stuffed me into the Port-A-Potty with her. I cringed. That place didn’t smell good at all! I don’t know why Mom didn’t just go on the grass. I’m sure she felt the same way. “This is outhouse living, Maggie,” Mom said grimly, taking out the hand sanitizer.

Speaking of going, it was time to go. We got home just fine and Mom let me out in the backyard again (as I’m kind of a homer), then she marched me upstairs and into the bath. Aaargh! I should have seen that one coming.

Mom gave me a bath with the oatmeal shampoo. I suppose I don’t mind taking baths, it’s the idea of them I don’t care for. Now, I’m fresh, clean, relaxed, and ready for a nap.

It was a messy, but perfect, walk. Have a great Friday!

Woof! Love, Maggie