Today I went back to my own trails.
The parking lot was empty.
The trails were empty.
The only ones on my trails were me, my person, and a few birds.
I didn’t even see any lizards.
I think everybody went to West Fork and stayed there.
Maybe I should go back there too.
I miss all the people and dogs. It was cool and shady there. And there was water.
But wait a minute. I just thought of something.
These are my trails, and I’ve finally got them all to myself.
I don’t have to tell any other dogs whose trails these are.
I don’t have to worry about people who might not want to give me loves.
I don’t even have to stand aside while people – and dogs – come walking past me.
I think I’ll put a sign on my trails. “Bongo’s Trails – Go to West Fork.”
I won’t leave that sign up forever though.
Because I want to go back to West Fork again. I’ll take that sign down then.