Ola!
Approaching my 2-year-blogoversary next week (click here for my very first post!), I decided to, once again, feature our faithful furry friend, Frankie. Frankie’s been featured here more than once and come to have his very own group of admirers.
Tuesday evening was windy and cool – a typical fall mix of sun and shadows, gusts and more … and really, the perfect evening for a stroll with old dog.
I swear that dog has a clock: he stamps his paw and moans at lunchtime, he sits at the front door just before that big yellow thing drives by (school bus), and he always, always waits in the same spot until I walk in .. half on the carpet, half on the kitchen floor. And when I set my things down and reach to pet his fuzzy face, he wraps his paws around my wrists and loves me like no other.
He waited patiently as I laced up my runners and he twirled a few times when I put on my wind breaker. Leaning down, I softly said the words he longed to hear: “Would you like to go for a walk?” His happy smile and wagging tale told me the answer wasn’t just yes but I-can’t-believe-you-asked-me-and-of course-I’ll-accept-this-rose!
Come along with us, will ya?
1st stop, sniff at the neighbor’s house
Bum snags happen when you’re walkin’ like you mean it!
Almost home but these old hips need to rest a spell …
Squirrels schmirrels!
Total distance traveled: <1 mile.
Total # potty breaks: 18
Total # sniffs: 47
Total # tail wags: 354
Time with my aging pooch? Priceless
*~*~*~*
“I like dogs
Big dogs
Little dogs
Fat dogs
Doggy dogs
Old dogs
Puppy dogs
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.”
—Margaret Wise Brown (The Friendly Book {Big Little Golden Book})
