Watermelon at sunset

Looking south from Trail 365.

As the weather warms up, picking a time to walk Mister Boo becomes something of a crapshoot (haw).

The auld fella doesn’t like the heat, so mornings would be ideal, if he didn’t enjoy sleeping in after a medium-heavy breakfast. Evenings would be second best, but with only the one headlight he doesn’t see the road any too well.

Yesterday we walked him pretty much right at sunset, and it being nearly 80 (!) outside he was something of a sluggard on the way up the road to the foothills, but on the way back he let ‘er rip, running a full block back to El Rancho Pendejo.

Maybe he was inspired by the view? Looks like the boonies, but it’s all of two blocks from the house.

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7 Responses to “Watermelon at sunset”

  1. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Does my heart good to hear the Mighty Mr. Boo decided to sprint home. There is yet life in us old dogs.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      El Boo-oh still has his moments, usually when we least expect them. The little bugger can really leg it when he’s in the mood, and hanging onto the leash reminds me of my one and only burro race.

  2. Carl Duellman Says:

    my neighbor used to pull a wagon with her on her dog walks. she had a spry young pup and an older dog that suffered in the heat.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Just about the time we start thinking of The Boo as an old dog is generally when he lights it up.

      Yesterday Herself made me go for a run with her (I hadn’t legged it since late April) and a good thing it was, too. The legs needed a reminder for this morning’s walk, which The Boo decided to turn into an interval session, with one uphill run and one downhill.

      Ate all his breakfast plus a couple of treats and had two good poops beforehand, so he was channeling his inner Rin Tin Tin.

      • Carl Duellman Says:

        it’s amazing how dogs can poop on demand. there must be a lot of fiber and probiotics in dog food.

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        It’s all about the stink! Use them anal glands to throw down the challenge, “this is my neighborhood!” Smelling too many of the Duffinator’s bombs is likely to turn me into the “Toxic Avenger.”

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        In other News of The Boo, his ophthalmologist (!) reports that his sole remaining eyeball is in fine fettle for an auld fella. DIdn’t bite nobody or nothin’. The Boo, not the ophthalmologist.

        The Boo

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