A Mother's Gift and the Walk of Fire
My belated Mother's Day gift was a new digital camera, which I really love; though I must say the "belatedness" of it,
kind of took a little of the shine off, if you know what I mean. I mean, guys, seriously, it comes every year -
same as Christmas... plan ahead.
Anyway, anxious to try it out, I take the camera on our afternoon walk around the neighborhood with us.
I am also anxious to try out a new backpack kind of thing for dogs that I just purchased. Basically you strap it on the
dog and fill it up with all of the crap that you don't want to carry and voila! your dog is now serving a purpose for you
and your hands are free to take pictures or gesture wildly or whatever it is you wish to do "hands free". And maybe I don't
need the particulars of that. Also included, is a collapsible bowl so you can hydrate your dog on the walk. nice.
Tilly looks really cute in it, don't you think?
I am so proud of her. I'm thinking she could be a service dog and assist blind people with their daily living chores or no,
wait.... she could be one of those resident dogs that lives at the nursing home and brings joy to all of those poor depressed people
whose only daily highlight involves pureed fruit and sponge bathing! Or perhaps, she might even become an avalanche
survivor rescue dog...oh good gravy, the possibilities are endless with this fine specimen of a dog who carries
packs around on her back like it is nothing at all and can jump like this:
and who responds thusly to my commands:
RIGHT?? RIGHT?
But, back to our regularly scheduled walk, whereupon we sometimes dognap beloved family pets from their
grief stricken owners.
Here is William, all ready to go. What's it going to be today, pal? Great Dane? Poodle?
And here is Tilly, our water (and crap) in tow. (sigh) I do love me a working dog.
Ah the fresh air. The blue...blue...BLUE Texas sky...and a tree - a part of a tree rather. I like it. SNAP.
And upon snapping the photo, I hear my smart ass 9 year old son yell over his shoulder,
"Why don't you just get a job as a photographer already?"
And I'm thinking about how very, very, incredibly easy it would be to lose him in a crowded place...
but I am witty with my retort and scream back: "I don't need a job, because my dog is a professional pack carrying heroine."
And then I turn around to find this mess:
and then this:
GOOD LORD! She refuses to walk anymore with the annoying and heavy apparatus. It is so big on her that it
slides right off.
I unstrap the pack thing-y and carry it all myself, leaving me zero capacity for hands free gesturing, and trust me,
I could use some gesturing at this point. But I still manage to chronicle the downward spiral of this, the hot walk
from Hell (or to?)
Um, do I detect a hint of displeasure, your majesty? At this point dog and child consume their entire alloted water
for the trip.
Hey bonus points if you noticed that his socks don't match! Okay, yes, it IS hot. I'm hot, but I kind of thought I gave birth to boys.... not little girls in mismatched socks that CRY when it is hot out. OK, he's not crying, but I may.
This is so ridiculous, that I have to laugh.
ahhaha...I see a hint of a smile
Come on. Can't you just SEE this face on a banner with various farm implements in the background?
You'd think he'd know a thing or two about forced marches and such, being the ruler of a small country and all.
WOAH, horsey! SLOW DOWN! You are a blogging fool and I'm so behind on your entries!!!!
LOVE the photos, love the pool at the new house (jealousy!), love that pack mule of a dog you have. Do they make those things in extra wide for dogs that have a torso as thick as a beer keg?
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