This is one of my favorite things to do.
I wait until I’m on a part of my trails that is really narrow.
First I make sure I’m ahead of my person.
Then I check my messages (and sometimes leave some) and my person has to wait till I’m done.
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A Good Day Gets Better
I headed out on my trails, enjoying my afternoon walk, and thinking that it can’t get better than this.
Well, maybe if my person had brought some treats along it would have been better.
But it was pretty good.
And suddenly it did get better.
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Because not one, but two of my girlfriends came running up to me.
I hadn’t seen them in awhile so it was a great reunion.
And for once I was happy that I hadn’t had any treats.
Because treats might have affected my senses.
There’s nothing better than Eau de Dog.
What a Difference a Day Can Make
Yesterday was the worst day ever!
All day long there was thunder, thunder, thunder.
I didn’t dare take my person for a walk.
She would have gotten scared and run off for sure.
The thunder finally stopped at night, but the rain kept coming.
All night long it rained – and even into the morning.
But finally, everything changed.
My people left me – well, that’s another story – but while they were gone my neighbor dog Toby came and busted me out of dog jail and we went for a walk together.
Finally, my people came back home.
I got to show my person how much nicer things were on my trails.
The sun had come bursting through the clouds, the rain had cooled things down, the air was clean and fresh, and the hummingbirds darted here and there because there wasn’t even any wind.
And everywhere I stuck my nose…
…there were great sniffs.
And more great sniffs.
My puddle was full.
I even found a tree that was willing to scratch my back.
Oh, and did I remember to tell you how many great sniffs I found?
A day sure can make a difference.
Summer Do
I met a strange dog on my trails today.
She was very friendly and wanted to play.
Most dogs I know just want to check me out.
It’s hard to find one who wants to play with me before even getting a friendly sniff.
While I appreciated the play, I still had to check her out.
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Hey, wait a minute.
This isn’t a strange dog.
I know this dog.
This is my girlfriend Lucy!
With a haircut!
It’s a good thing a girl’s smell doesn’t change when she changes her hairdo.
My New Friend
I got a new friend today.
My person must have been feeling guilty about not taking me to play with all those kids at Vacation Bible School…
…because she brought me a new friend.
It’s not every day that I get a new friend, so I was really excited when she showed up.
But I got kind of worried.
She might run out of room on her face for painting and try to paint mine.
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So I decided to take her for a walk.
She started out to be a great walker.
Waiting patiently while I checked my messages.
Well, I thought she was waiting patiently.
Come on, new friend.
I’m not finished checking my messages yet.
This is really bad.
My person must have given my new friend lessons.
She’s yanking on my leash just like my person does.
I’d better explain to her what a disaster it could be if I miss an important message.
Wait a minute, new friend.
You don’t get it.
I’ve got to go back.
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Does anybody know where there’s a training class to teach people how to walk their dogs?
Unfaithful
My person came home with a very interesting smell on her jeans today.
It was almost as good as the smells I find on my trails.
But something’s wrong.
Those messages on my trails are left by my friends.
I recognize them by their smells.
But this was no regular message on my person.
And I didn’t recognize the smell.
Some stranger rubbed his scent all over my person.
This is bad – really bad.
How could my person let some strange dog claim her?
She should have told that dog to back off.
She’s already owned by a dog.
How could my person be so unfaithful?
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I had a pretty good idea what this dog looked like by the smell he put out, but just to make sure I grabbed my person’s camera.
She takes pictures of everything and usually it’s a pain, but sometimes it comes in handy.
And I was right.
There it was. A picture of that other dog.
The one that tried to steal my person away.
Hey, how come my person didn’t bring a puppy home for me?
Leaf Dropping
What’s this?
This is the wrong time of the year.
And those leaves are the wrong color to be on the ground.
As a matter of fact, Manzanita leaves don’t fall to the ground.
They stay on the bushes all year.
And since this is the only place on my whole trails with a pile of leaves like this, I know there’s some culprit somewhere who is guilty of leaf dropping.
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And it’s up to me to find out who it is.
I’m sure that leaf dropper left some evidence somewhere around this bush.
Hmmm. It’s hard to sort out the messages.
I’d better work on it though.
After all it is one of my favorite things to do.
I bet there’s something under here.
It’s closer to the grounded leaves.
I’m sure there’s something under here that will give me a hint as to who the culprit is.
Nothing. Nada. I’m not having any luck.
I’m not finding any clues anywhere.
There’s only one thing I can tell for sure.
Those leaves have fallen and they can’t get up.
Outside the Trail
My person was dinking around with her camera again, so to pass the time I started sniffing.
And I found a real treat.
Just a little ways off the trail I found another trail.
Not a people trail, but a trail just the same.
And this trail had some really great smells on it.
Smells that I don’t usually find on my regular trails.
Which goes to show you that if you sniff outside the trail, you’re likely to come up with some great ideas – I mean some great smells.
I hope my person messes around with her camera for a long time. I want to get my fill of what’s here.
Oh no, she’s done already. That wasn’t long enough.
Hey person, come over this way. There’s a trail here too.
What do you mean, there’s not a trail? There is too.
See, it connects up over here to this other trail. The one that goes down into the wash.
Try it, you’ll like it.
My person is just no fun at times.
She made me leave my secret smell stash…
And plod down the regular trails.
Just wait till she finds an off trail treasure of her own someday.
I’m going to yank my leash so hard she flies.
No Leaves
This time of year most people – and dogs – have piles of leaves in their yard.
Some people think they’re a chore because they have to rake them up and get rid of them.
But kids and dogs think they’re great fun.
At least I think they do.
I don’t have one tree in my yard or on my trails that drop their leaves.
Not one.
The juniper tree drops berries, and the pine trees drop needles – but not one tree drops leaves.
I’ve always wanted to run and jump into a big pile of leaves, but it’s something I’ve never gotten to do.
So while I was out walking on my trails today I found that my trails do have something to offer.
Maybe not any leaves, but I guess this is the next best thing.
Beans.
Mesquite tree beans.
Piles of them.
Maybe if I add the piles together they’ll be big enough to jump in.
I’m not sure they’ll have the crunch that freshly fallen leaves have.
But there is something they do have, and maybe this makes them even better than a pile of leaves.
These beans smell really good.
Hey, we even have one of these trees in my yard.
I think I’ll gather up some beans and bring them inside.
The Best Smells
Yesterday I told you about a smelly tree that I have to pass on the way to my trails. My person said that tree was probably trying to attract bees, but it wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t find a single bee around that tree.
I left the tree and went on to sniff much better things on my trails. Things that have messages attached so I can tell what my dog buddies have been up to.
And while I was sniffing I learned something new.
Bees must be kind of like dogs. They don’t like those smelly trees either.
They seem to like the bushes with the interesting smells too.
Although I stopped smelling this particular bush when I heard the buzzing sound.
This bee was on the busy side, and I didn’t want to disturb him.
Getting on the wrong side of a bee is kind of like getting on the wrong side of a cactus.
I’ll go find another bush to sniff.
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