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Wally’s Great Adventures. (78)

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hello friends, wally here with another update. its been a long time & a lot to catch up on. dad has been taking mom & me on his morning walks to cove island park the last few days. not sure dad is all that excited about bringing pokie me and pokie mom along but here we are. so today at the end of our walk there was big huge news. see me standing out on the rock barking at the geese. mom yelled at me not to jump. dad yelled at mom to leave me alone. dad yelled at me to go get ’em buddy. so, i reared back on my little hind legs and jumped way up high into the water. mom screamed at dad and told him to dive in after me because i looked like i was drowning. dad yelled back at her at said are you out of your mind, he has to learn and he’s not getting his new shoes wet. mom came running to save me…but after gagging on a little water, i floated to the top and doggie paddled to the shore. i looked at mom and she looked ill. i looked at dad and he was cheering! i’ve never seen dad so happy, he was calling me a show quality hunting dog. mom yelled at dad and said that i almost drowneded. mom scooped me up and asked me if I was ok. dad said for god sake’s put me down, he’s not a baby. dad’s right, i’m a big boy now. i will be one year old next week, and mom said she’s making me a cake. yea! have a great weekend. Wally.

Walking on Sunday Morning. Wally’s (and Dad’s) Great Adventures. (77)

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hello friends. Wally here. i rustle in bed finding a comfy spot, and say what, i found dad lying next to me, what’s this all about?  surround sound music fills the room, a tune called Sunday by HNNY. so nice. sleeping in with dad on this quiet morning, rare, this is. well, not exactly sleeping in, dad is tapping on his keyboard. what you writing about dad? he mumbled something about an anne frank and her wanting to write, but more than that, to bring out all the things that lie buried deep in her heart. So I peak over, and he writes.

1,174 consecutive (almost) days, this morning’s daybreak walk to Cove Island Park. Like in Row.  Almost, the defining word this morning. I couldn’t find my way out. The streak, 1000 days, is long past, but the pull, the obligation, the call of duty, lurks. What is it that keeps me here?  (Sigrid Nunez, The Friend: A Novel) “When you’re lying in bed full of night thoughts,” she thinks…having a huge warm body pressed along the length of your spine is an amazing comfort.”  So Cove Island waits for another day, and I lay here, with Wally’s hot little body pressed against the mid point of my spine, with his soft little inhale and exhale keeping time, my time slows, it slows way down, and the edge of Worry melts away, and a little peace enters, a little Wally-peace that is.

dad, I don’t know who this anne frank is, but I like her very much.  happy sunday everyone. Wally.

 

Wally’s Great Adventures (76)

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hello friends, wally here with another update. mom’s coming back late tonight so I’m excited. dad is too i think because the dirty clothes are piling up, the bed hasn’t been made in a week, and the fridge only has ketchup mustard left. Dad and i have done nothing but look out the window and lay on the couch all day while it rains. come to think of it, that’s pretty much what we have done since mom left. so when the rain stopped and dad took me for a car ride, i was so excited to get out of the house. i thought that we were going to the Pet Store to get some toys, and wow was i wrong. dad took me to the park. It was so hot and humid, the trees were still dripping rain drops. when i go on walks with mom and don’t want to go, i just stop and mom carries me. there’s no messing with dad. he looks at me and says absolutely not, and i had better start moving my little a**. i dig my feet in as soon as we get out of the car and won’t move. dad did not look happy, he took me off leash, and started walking away in the woods. and he doesn’t even look back, like whoa dad, where are you going? then he looks back, and says there’s a giant black bear up here and he’ll eat me in one bite. so i have no choice but to run and catch up to dad. so between dad and his giant steps walking like its some olympic event, and bears stalking me, i’m close to hyperventilating. dad said that he’s never seen anything so out of shape, heaving like i’m going to have a heart attack. and because i was standing more than walking, mosquitos were ‘gnawing the shit out of him.” anyway, i hope i don’t have nightmares of bears chasing me. oh, by the way, my foot is all better. yeh! have a great sunday. Wally.

Wally’s Great Adventures (75)

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hello friends, wally here. mom’s gone on a road trip to visit her mom so its the boys home alone for a long weekend. dad and i have been having so much fun. no stupid long walks on hot pavement with mom. Pup cups every single day. dad even shared his steak sandwich with me, wow, that was good. anyway, Dad has been working on his computer all day – – he said he has to fix his blog because something broke and he had more than 20 posts IN SPANISH gibberish that went flying out to his friends. good thing mom wasn’t here, dad was cursing at his machine all day. oh, i also got a boo-boo on my foot, and dad had to put a giant band-aid on it. dad said it’s a good damn thing mom wasn’t here to see everything going to h*ll. that’s all for tonight friends. have a great weekend. Wally.

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Walking. With Luminous Detritus.

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73° F, and it’s 4:15 am. I’ve pulled into the Cove Island Park. 1,159 consecutive (almost) days on this morning walk. Like in a row. That’s right, it’s not a typo. And yes, it’s getting earlier and earlier, despite the sun rising later and later. Look at the Blog Mast. He can’t sleep.

It’s overcast. It’s humid. It’s hot, and this is 4:30 a.m.

I walk.

No, I’m not here this morning to bitch about the weather.

Or my lack of sleep. (A continuing & Growing problem.)

Or the trash that’s left behind all over the park by the growing number of visitors during the summer – SHAME ON YOU! You wouldn’t sh*t in your own house would you? Why here?

Oh no, I’m not going to go on that tirade again. No Sir. It absolutely did not cross my mind (again) to take an iron bar across the hand of the knuckles of the polluter(s). No, I did not think or say that.

Nope, it’s not about trash today, consciously or unconsciously left behind corrupting this walk, not that I needed all that much impetus.

And it did cross my mind, today being Sunday, maybe one should focus on all the good. And I did think deeply about that. On this quiet little walk in my little heaven… I walk a few hundred yards ruminating on that…hmmmm…F*ck that!

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