I have many photos from today's adventure walk as well as a short video, so I will endeavor to keep my commentary crisp.
Today's walk started in the woods behind our estate. One might think that we would take advantage of that venue more often, but momma has declared it to be "tick city" and will not set foot there until "those blood sucking parasites are good and frozen."
For woodland walks, momma allows me to utilize my extra long string. This is intended to provide more freedom of movement, but as you can see, there are frequent handler errors.
|Control tower to Labrador. We have detected pilot error.|
I am dismayed by the amount of furniture in the woods. On today's walk, in addition to this living room set, we counted three couches, two mattresses, a snow plow, and a television. It isn't as if dumping here is convenient. In fact one wonders how it actually gets into the woods as the path is not exactly automobile friendly.
Momma is a little bit afraid of this bridge because you can see the traffic right through the boards.
Not yours truly who can be seen here doing a bit of a jig to demonstrate my excellent balance and fearlessness.
|I feel like a ballerina.|
Oh momma, are you really posting this photo? She just loves the fact that I can engage in "free range" poops (meaning not to be picked up). Lazy, that's what she is.
|A little privacy please.|
I was certain we would have to turn back when we encountered this tree taking a snooze across the trail. So imagine my surprise when momma scrambled over it (albeit rather gracelessly) with only minor bruising to her tender and decidedly nonathletic person.
We emerged from the wooded wonderland onto one of the main thoroughfares in our community and I thought we might journey home along the highway to see what other things there would be to explore.
Here I sit in front of a vexing facility. While I have grown accustomed to signs forbidding close examination, the dangling sentence on the sign gave me pause. "Framingham water works...."
Works how? Works at what? I wonder if vandals stole the punchline.
|Maybe with more tax revenue they could finish their sentences.|
A parrot on a stick. Now there's something you don't see every day.
Uh oh, this is the scary underpass under the Massachusetts State Turnpike. You all know that my estate used to be on the turnpike, right? I assure you, it is a true statement.
In 1955, when the turnpike was constructed, the Commonwealth arranged to move our cozy cottage from its original location to the spot that it now resides. They did a great job too. The house is nice and square and plumb. Speaking of plumbs, I admit that I was getting a bit peckish at this point (somebody neglected to bring good dog hot dogs along).
|That's a kind of small bridge for all that traffic. Do you think it's safe?|
As promised, a short, but exciting video of yours truly walking under the turnpike. It made some peculiar sounds, but I was really not too bothered (I think momma the more nervous of the two of us).
Oh dear, it seems the video will not play on iPad versions of Safari. Well, you'll have to use your imagination (or go to the big computer).
Did you see that plastic bag I was snuffling? Momma came this close to opening it up to investigate, but then she decided not to. I can't blame her. What if it had been filled with, let's say "organic material of unknown origin" or contraband. She would have been compelled to interrupt our walk to alert the authorities. Unacceptable.
Back in familiar territory, it seems that this little tableau arrived on our village green (don't even get momma started on what she thinks about that).
Ah yes, alert readers should recognize that chap.
This little guy has a Tibetan name which I can never remember. Kind of odd when you consider that he is an American Eskimo dog.
But not something I pondered for long as his master just so happened to have a pocket full of cookies and that peckish sensation in my belly had blossomed into full out hunger. Thank goodness some humans are always prepared.
|Hurry up, nice human, I'm kind of teetering on the edge of starvation now.|
Heading for home, as we passed the bagel shop, a stranger lady rushed out, came up to us and said "I'm a wreck! I just put my dog to sleep three days ago." Oh wow. She looked awful too. Momma listened to her (my momma has a lot of faults, but she is a good listener) and asked her questions about her dog and the lady talked and talked and I even let her cuddle and smoochie me (despite being normally rather aloof with strangers).
I think we helped that lady. That made me and momma very happy. Kind of the spirit of the season, right?
P.S. For my pal, Goldie. Are you reading this? Maybe mama and papa can get you an outfit like this for next year.