Long ago, I gave up being an uber directive dog walker. Ben and I usually take our morning constitutionals
sans leash (except on our neighborhood's two busy streets). We just follow his nose. Wherever it takes us.
As a result, Ben and I generally careen back and forth from one side of the street to the other, occasionally backtracking, then lurching forward toward the next delectable odor or item splayed on the street or sidewalk. I am delirious with joy when this does not involve dead birds or squirrels.
And actually, let's just say I lurch. Perpetually serene, Ben just jogs along gracefully.
To the neighbors, I know I look like some crazy, directionally challenged weirdo, recently escaped from The Home. Ben, on the other hand, looks like a typical dog clearly focused on checking his daily pee-mail. Life can be so unfair.
So the other day, I got it in my head to try to document what one of these walks looks like. Somewhat blurry images unfortunately as I have STILL not figured out video on my point-and-shoot OR cell phone. Major fail. But I think you will get the idea.
Thankfully, there are no photos of me tottering precariously on curbside navigating the next change of direction. You WILL see a number of BBS, aka, Ben butt shots.
Welcome to my world.
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| Ben: You're killin' me, here. |
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Ben: And exactly how much times does it take
to get a couple of poop bags? |
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| Me: Gosh darn it, Ben. NO park food! |
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| Ben: Damn. Sprinklers. |
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Ben: Screw the sprinklers. I love it when trees fall apart!
This is the BEST walk ever! |
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Ben: Dog grooming in the park. Really?
Please get a life.
Preferably elsewhere.
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Ben: This is where I usually find a couple of Cheetos
Me: Gosh darn it. No park food! |
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| Ben signs off. |
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And what the last 1 1/2 blocks look like. Street crossing #1. |
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SQUIRREL! |
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| Street crossing #2. |
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| Street crossing #3 |
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Streeting crossing #4
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| Street crossing 4.5. Stickus interruptus. |
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And finally. Breakfast.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY WEEKEND, ALL! |
