Our walkie routes are usually confined to a one mile radius around our estate. That doesn't mean that I can't make sure momma gets her exercise because we take twists and turns and detours and usually manage one and a half to two mile excursions (twice every day that I am not at daycare).
I kind of like the familiar. Having walked those same highways and byways thousands of times, we've got it down. We know which houses have scary doggies in them, which walkers are afraid of yours truly (momma makes me pull over when they go by), and where all the bad places are in the sidewalk that I have to slow down so that momma doesn't trip over her big clumsy feet.
But sometimes, one seeks adventure, right? So yesterday, momma caught the fever of exploration and announced that we were going on an Adventure Walkie.
When the one mile mark came along, momma said "Let's just keep going, Dex." Sure, why not? Let's see what strange things exist in the great beyond.
The first oddity was this wee little stuffie that had found its way onto the sidewalk. I've never seen a turtle stuffie before. I wanted to take it along, but momma did that whole "leave it" thing. I figured time to play the role of obedient lab. No sense bringing out grouchy momma so early in our adventure.
|Stand down, momma, I'm leaving it.|
Could it be that the humans get smaller and smaller as one gets farther away from our estate? The anthropologist in me was intrigued by the midget basketball court discovered along the way.
|Vertical object.... I'm going to leave a little calling card once momma looks away.|
Momma told me this wasn't a house, but a train depot. I think she was pulling my leg (OK, I actually don't really understand what it means to pull one's leg since momma pulls on my legs a lot, but never at the precise moment when she says that she is doing it).
|If that's a train depot, where are the tracks?|
Another leg pull? She said this is the street where the ex-patriots from the UK must live. I don't recall any New England Patriots, ex or otherwise from the UK. I'm not sure they really have the knack of football over there.
|I wonder if Bertie lives here.|
MUD! We don't have any good mud at our estate. Wow! All soft and squishy and wet. I'm going to find out if we can build a mud pit in our yard.
|Mud might be good to eat as well... let's just see...|
And then it happened. We reached the edge of the world. It has to be the end since there was no more sidewalk. You can't see it, but away in the distance there was a sign that said "Welcome to Southborough." That's a completely different town!
We could have kept going and who knows what we would have found in that Southborough place, but I confess that the rolling hill into nowhere combined with the lack of sidewalk decided things for me. Time to get back home.
Once again in familiar territory, momma's land speed had slowed considerably. I was still ready to go. If she had just dropped the string I could have helped show those little blue people how to play ball with labratude!
|Uh oh, I'm sure this photo will go in the "Dexter's Bottom" folder.|
A rather anticlimactic ending to an otherwise marvelous adventure. I was asked to pose in front of our butterfly bush which nearly took flight during the recent hurricane.
I objected strongly to the request to "just pretend you are examining the roots, Dex." I KNEW that substandard flashy wasn't going to show the precariously leaning bush to any good effect.
Note in photo below I have temporarily assumed the blank stare characteristic of taking a brief trip to my happy place until the cajoling and fussing ceased.
|Take the picture. This is the only pose you're getting today.|
So there you have it. My big adventure to the edge of the world.