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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
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.