That’s All We Can Do

Aha!  Here’s where I put that.

Been super busy and wet.  I have been ignoring paranormalcy other than what transpires directly in front of me.  I have also been considering rocks.  The travelling sorts, not the ones that pick a spot and dig in.

Anyway, as with my trips, I started out with a number of bad decisions.  No socks.  Didn’t tie shoes.  Taking this morning off running.  Ambled out jauntily.  As soon as we hit the park, Scout magicked her way out of the halter and took off after what might be animals or the breeze.

I had no way to keep pace.  She doesn’t stop.

And then she got to the street.  I had hoped she would take the tunnel under the road, but she hates that tunnel.  Instead, she stood, watched both ways, waited, repeated, and trotted across the road.

This is the one thing I was positive she would never be able to do.  She has never shown me the least inclination to avoid cars, trucks or roads.  More often, quite the opposite.

Then I finished tying my shoes and realized she already had at least 3/4 of a mile on me.  It would be a running morning whether I wanted it or not.

I went accidentally running and all I got was this picture of a tiny alien head in a patch of dewy grass.

Contemplate this on the tree of woe.

About I.M. Pangs

digital verbal smog creator
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2 Responses to That’s All We Can Do

  1. Autumnforest says:

    Oh, give her a big fur ruffling for me. What a good pup!

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