Wally’s Great Adventures (3)

~ Live & Learn

hello everyone, happy sunday. as promised, dad took me to his magic kingdom: cove island park. it’s not exactly how we had it planned.

as dad was downloading his pictures to his computer this morning, he told mom “she seemed off. cormorants don’t let me anywhere near them, highly skittish, yet this one let me approach. i thought she was ill. now i know why.” he asked mom to look closely at the photo.

we hurried to get dressed. i put on my vest. mom found work gloves, pliers and scissors. dad said something about this being a bad omen, with his spirit bird in distress. i barked at dad and told him that i was here now, and everything would be ok. we hurried out to the park to see if we could help her.

mom held me (again, like always) as we rushed to the north point of the park. i tried to wriggle out of her hands to catch up to dad who was way ahead, but mom had me in a head lock. mom and I finally got there. there were so many big rocks. and the water, so big, so far out. we see dad and he says she’s gone. you could see both mom and dad were sad. i didn’t really understand why they were sad. dad told mom to put me down. i sniffed around a bit on the rocks and then played in the leaves. i could see mom was anxious as i got close to the edge. dad just stood at watched, looking out over the water.

we then took the walking path back. there were so many birds. a flock of noisy crows was cawing. they were so noisy. then they fluttered out of the tree. mom said they might eat me because i was small. dad told her not to be ridiculous. we then walked down the path to find so many geese. dad told me that not all canadians were nice and I should watch myself. they looked so friendly in their black and white suits. dad noticed that mom was freaking out as i skipped over to the geese, so he picked me up and told me not to get any ideas, as they would “have me for lunch,” so dad and i just watched the geese for a while. dad said i could run them all over the park when i was older. i can’t wait until I get older so maybe mom would let me walk by myself. that’s it for now. dad said that we need to take a nap. i so love to take sunday naps with my dad. have a great week!

30 thoughts on “Wally’s Great Adventures (3)”

  1. Well.. this is both a yay and an oh no.. hopefully, the God who made cormorants will hear at least one old lady’s praying for a freeing. (It’s been known to happen.) As for little Mr. Adorbs, oh my. 🤗♥️ And a whole new sweater already! I am anticipating quite the wardrobe for him!

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  3. Ahhh, so sad for the bird. The hazards of living alongside man, no doubt. 😓 But Wally, my goodness but he’s a dashing young man, and such an intrepid explorer. Know this is just the beginning of many wonderful adventures with Dad. ❤️

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  4. The first photo after reading “Wally’s Great Adventures (3)” really brought an outloud laugh…how unadventurous he looks in that photo!
    [Then, so sad and frustrated to see the Cormorant in distress. So, glad Susan brought tools for emergency freeing–we can all at least visualize that eventual result.]
    I’m so grateful to be included in Wally’s new life. We all get to enjoy a new puppy experiencing an ideal life.

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  6. (My first thought upon seeing the recognizable hook, line and lead 😟 sinker is that we shore-fisherpeople must never cast out into any seaweed-y places in the least — that’s often what yanks our tackle off.)

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  8. Sad loss and you are now so in synch with your early morning habitat that you know when something is amiss. Your dad has a few bits of wisdom to share with you. He is becoming an old soul. And that’s a good thing

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  9. Every once in a while we see this sad result of birds checking out broken off fishing gear. I guess this cormorant might have swum after the lure, but there is also a chance that the gear broke off and the bird got into it afterwards. Either way it’s sad to see. Love the Wally stories. Keep ’em coming. He’s so sweet.

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  10. A mixed bag this morning – despite the pride with which the bird holds itself, the lure is not a harbinger of future avian frolicking. I hope s/he is able to get free of it…And now to Wally, and his sartorial splendor – clearly his mom has great taste, and dad is smart to defer on matters pertaining to the little guy’s warmth and comfort. I hope you and Susan are getting your share of puppy kisses and tummy tickles (his, not yours), for that little guy is impossible to ignore…and he probably still has puppy smell too….sigh..

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  11. It’s a big world out there!! And pretty overwhelming. If you were a human I would say take deep breaths. As you are a wee doggie, I would say take deep sniffs one at a time. Its okay to take your time in exploring it all. Keep close to your dad and mom. 🥰

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  13. A wonderful and sad post…. The cormorant probably died, he couldn‘t survive with that fishing tackle swallowed. Poor thing. But Wally sees the possibilities, everywhere, anytime, he‘ll be a great companion in a short while and he‘ll surely walk soon your walks with you (at maybe a more modest speed, for he is still so young).

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  14. you’re having a great adventure… and I’m really listening to Wally, it’s like reading Wally’s words.. in fact, an incredibly understandable wordless language is formed between them and all cat or dog owners. Not everyone, but those who really love animals have such a talent in their brains. I love you all there… Thank you, Love, nia

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