Bully Stick to the rescue! Geordie is an “In your face” kind of dog. If he wants something, like attention, he will be unrelenting. My chair at the computer table is a no go zone when he feels I have spent too much time there. I must admit, I appreciate his tolerance of the long hours of neglect. I also appreciate his due diligence to insure I don’t spend all my quality time staring into the screen. Today after getting the groceries and errands run, then putting everything away I thought I would catch a few minutes online. I thought he could be bought with a bully stick. Savoring the flavors and enjoying the texture of the meat was a low priority. He finished quickly and we took a hike. Crazy warm weather in the middle of January; opt outside!
The kayaker gave an apprehensive look to the camera knowing technology can thrust his quiet private life out across the world. I gave away my inflatable kayak this past summer. It was a trade on a door being fixed. After seeing this guy and his dog out on the water, in the middle of the winter, when the temperature was only a negative 6 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday; I grabbed my boots, whistled the dog and headed outside.
The privacy of my winter cocoon is no match for what I find outside. As REI says, “Opt outside.”
Boots or shoes, cloth, leather or Tyvek, my choices for when I step out into the weather for a walk. My dog, he’s young, new to me, doesn’t have the luxury of choice. I have yet to purchase booties for him so he has to deal with the exposure of the environments I choose. Sunday the two of us chose to walk the banks of the local reservoir. Locally, this time of year the reservoirs are dropped so they accommodate the spring rains. This gives Geordie and me the opportunity to walk long miles on mostly unfettered stretches of land. Since it is a reservoir, broken glass, remnants of trees, fresh water clams, and old metal shards are at times found, and need to be navigated around. When Geordie began limping I pulled up short and examined the foot he favored. Immediately, I recognized the fact I do not handle his feet enough because he unwillingly offed me a good look. With his effort to pull the foot away, I checked between the toes and around the pads, saw nothing, cleared out the detritus and we moved on. The limping ceased and I put another item on my “to do” list; put the dog up on the counter and handle his feet more.
via Daily Prompt: Aesthetic
Photos and video clips are capable of being transcended with the new technology of photo applications. Organic objects transfixed with new color schemes, masks or enhancements jolt and encourage inventiveness. “Stay within the lines,” beckoned our teachers who encouraged hand eye coordination. “Break the mold,” encouraged revolutionaries. It costs nothing to play, no damage is done, and I get a sense of “wow” who would have guessed it could look so good. Aesthetic, artistic, and beautiful are a few adjectives that I would use to describe what I have modified.
My Chip was excellent about staying with me with one exception, out the front door. If he saw a chance to bolt, he would. He would leave town like the express train. He always came back. My favorite incident was one afternoon, Hummel and he caught the flyer. The neighbors about 3 houses down had him and Hummel by the collar and were leading them back. They were about a house away when I noticed what was going on. I told the couple to let loose of them knowing their ticket was punched and they’d return home with me. The neighbors were awe struck. Me? I was embarrassed my highly trained pair looked like hoboes rousted by the railway bulls.
The urgency of needing to seek out a dog who no longer exists but for the memories. I get these moments of weakness, I feel I need to get into the Jeep and go pick up Hummel from somewhere. It is impossible, I was the one to bury her. Daily, I walk past her grave. I don’t think it ever gets any easier. The scar tissue deepens, we become stronger with the topic but the loss is eternal.