You gotta walk yer dog at least twice a day.
Rain or shine.
If ya don’t… you will be cleaning up the mess.
Fairly straight forward... right?!
The other day… we set out around our typical ½ mile loop.
I go for a daily bike ride for exercise, so this loop is just for poop.
I call it the poop walk.
There is an island between two lanes of traffic nearby where we aim.
It’s the neighborhood pooping grounds and since it rains often enough (especially here in May/June), no one picks up the droppings.
Anyway..
On the poop walk we came across a huge black rat snake smashed into the street which the dog promptly grabbed and carried along for the ride!
She even carried it home and chewed on it in the backyard for a couple days… and eventually ate it.
I know, I know… what kind of a dog owner would let their dog chew up and eat a snake.. well, I figured it has just as much nutritional value as the 50lb bag-o-beef-flavored-cardboard-chunks in the garage… and probably tastes better too.
We’ll never know.
:)
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Amazing Mountains… Amazing.
I was in Boulder a couple weeks ago and got this wild hair to climb a mountain.
You know what I mean.
It’s the same feeling runners get when it’s pouring down rain…. Gotta run.
Standing in downtown Boulder I could see a clear view of the Flat Irons.
I ran and got on my running shoes (I don’t travel anywhere without them) and got a lift to a park called Chataqua. It’s right at the base of the mountains.
I was amazed at how lousy I felt after the first mile… Being from the coast of Virginia and living at sea level certainly put me at a disadvantage, but the mountain was there… so I couldn’t stop.
The run turned into a jog and then to a hike… and at the end into a climb.
It was simply gorgeous. I could see the whole world up there.
I climbed to within 50 feet or so of the top of the first Flat Iron and had to stop.
I was to a point that unless I had someone with me and some climbing gear, it was going to be dangerous. So I sat down on a small ledge with the warm sun shining on my face and took in the mile high air.
It was thin and crisp.
Surprisingly the only wildlife I saw were some chipmunks on the trail… which was a breeze coming DOWN!
I jogged all the way back to the hotel and felt like a million bucks.
Amazing Mountains… Amazing.
You know what I mean.
It’s the same feeling runners get when it’s pouring down rain…. Gotta run.
Standing in downtown Boulder I could see a clear view of the Flat Irons.
I ran and got on my running shoes (I don’t travel anywhere without them) and got a lift to a park called Chataqua. It’s right at the base of the mountains.
I was amazed at how lousy I felt after the first mile… Being from the coast of Virginia and living at sea level certainly put me at a disadvantage, but the mountain was there… so I couldn’t stop.
The run turned into a jog and then to a hike… and at the end into a climb.
It was simply gorgeous. I could see the whole world up there.
I climbed to within 50 feet or so of the top of the first Flat Iron and had to stop.
I was to a point that unless I had someone with me and some climbing gear, it was going to be dangerous. So I sat down on a small ledge with the warm sun shining on my face and took in the mile high air.
It was thin and crisp.
Surprisingly the only wildlife I saw were some chipmunks on the trail… which was a breeze coming DOWN!
I jogged all the way back to the hotel and felt like a million bucks.
Amazing Mountains… Amazing.
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