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Walking. T.G.I.F.

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1186 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park.  Like in a row. A quiet, humid, overcast morning.

Would it be the great blue heron, a member of the King’s Guard, a sentry, frozen in place, on the same rock, facing the same direction, for the entire loop of my walk? No.

Would it be the two egrets passing overhead, and their snow white plumage, the slow flap of their wings, white lights against the dark shadow of thunderheads? No.

Would it be the fish hawk, the Osprey, circling high overhead, circling, circling and circling, patiently waiting for his breakfast to surface? No.

It will be this puppy.  This puppy, sitting with his Mom on the bench, who wheeled around to say hello as I approached.

This, I will remember.

“Come what may and go what may, a man always has the memories of his dogs.” ~ Halldór Laxness, “Independent People”

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 (33).

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Wally’s Great Adventures (33). hello friends, wally here. i was outside scouting for vermin & came across a big pile of black jelly beans that someone dropped. they didn’t taste like jelly beans or black beans or any kind of beans that i know of. i thought maybe if i ate a bunch of them they would taste better. dad was staring at his gadget at the other end of the yard, and i was gobbling them up as fast as i could. They didn’t taste anything as good as the few pieces of banana that dad snuck to me earlier in the morning. then i saw dad rushing towards me. ‘WALLY! YOU ARE NOT EATING SCAT. SHIT. CRAP. DAMN YOU WALLY. I CAN’T LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR 30 SECONDS.’ dad was upset & stuck his giant finger down my throat, i gagged a little and coughed up a few beans. ‘WALLY, YOU CAN’T BE EATING THIS SHIT.” dad is so smart, they didn’t really taste that good, they tasted awful actually, i threw up a little in my mouth. mom got home, i’m so glad that dad didn’t tell her, i think dad was afraid that he would get yelled at. i love mom but dad is my bff. we have each others back when we get in trouble. after lunch mom took me to go poop and mom said i had diarrhea poop, dad calls it shitting like a goose. mom asked dad if he had any idea why i was shitting like a goose. dad said thats because i want to be a bird hunting dog. mom did.not.think.it.was.funny.at.all. dad then said it could have been from the few pieces of banana wally had. ‘Wally had banana all by hisself, she asked?’ well, no. mom was angry. when she gets like this, dad for reasons of insanity piles on, he told her that i ate a pile of SCAT.SHIT.CRAP. wow, mom came unhinged. i never saw mom that mad. she stormed into the garage, grabbed a giant shovel, & went to bury the SCAT.SHIT.CRAP. dad & i went upstairs to hide while the storm blew over. i sat on the bed. “WALLY! WTH IS THAT? IS THAT HOW A SHOW DOG SITS? PLEASE TELL ME THAT ISNT A CURTSY. DID MOM TEACH YOU THAT?’ dad’s been working so hard with his training and it just isnt taking. i’ll try harder tomorrow. have a great day everyone! Wally.

Wally’s Great Adventures (32).

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Wally’s Great Adventures (32). hello friends, wally here. i was sitting minding my own business and heavy-footed dad stomps round the corner in the kitchen asking me what i was doing. i told him that i was waiting for something to fall off the cutting board. he said, not that dummy. he asked why i was sitting all splayed out like that. splayed out like what i said. like that he said pointing at my legs. i told him that all frenchies sit like this. he told me he didn’t care what all frenchies did, he cared what i did, and that i looked like an idiot. i barked at him and told him that wasn’t very nice. then he did told me some stoopid story about jimmy frenchie jumping off a bridge and asked me would i do that. of course I wouldn’t, i didn’t get it. Continue reading “Wally’s Great Adventures (32).” →

Wally’s Great Adventures (31).

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Wally’s Great Adventures (31). hello friends, wally here. so rachel told me to be careful with dad’s coaching, because when she was a little tyker like me, dad told her she could be whatever she put her mind to be. so she put her mind to being an olympic platform diver, she did a back dive from the edge of the pool, and crashed into the concrete with her back. dad said “BAD EXAMPLE,” as any idiot should know that you need to jump out far enough to clear the edge. anyway, dad was on me about lifting my paw again. i barked at him and told him that I wanted to be a bird hunting dog. After he stopped laughing and calling me names like ‘short’ ‘chubby’ ‘squatty,’ he said i could never get my ‘low rider’ carriage moving fast enough to flush birds. i barked at him, told him that wasn’t nice, said he was wrong and i could grow up to be anything i put my mind to be. and I told him that I would not retrieve his stoopid balls. he then chased me around the back yard telling me to stop looking in the sky with my paw in the air because those were airplanes and not birds, whatever that meant, but i’m going to show him, i’m going to best bird dog ever. that’s all for today. have a great weekend everyone! Wally!