The other day I was out and about with the two Frenchies, taking advantage of some unseasonable weather. It’s the middle of October and we’re at 72 degrees with the sun beating down on you. Nothing better than some sun on old arthritic bones like mine.
Some leaves are turning while others are just as confused as the rest of us living creatures. Where’s the chilly winds and frost? Global warming must be the cause. I’m a firm believer that we have polluted the planet beyond its ability to correct the carbon emissions from 8 billion cars in constant motion.
Today we head out on our typical walk, where I simply follow along and let the two of them lead the way and set the direction we take. Out the townhouse complex and its decision time. Left for a block and a half walk until we’re forced to retrace our steps due to traffic. Or right, which takes us to the old Baptist church and the potential for walking through untold blocks of quiet residential streets.
So Blueman went left, Lucifer went right, and I’m stuck like a wishbone waiting to be split in two at Thanksgiving. Blueman won out due to his brute strength versus his kid sister, and off we went with him in the lead. I think he does this knowing full well going this direction results in too short of a journey to burn off some energy and we’ll go the other direction as well. Smart little bugger.
But as soon as we make the turn onto the sidewalk something catches my eye…
