March 30th 2009 10:58 am
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...but the porta-potty is gone. HA-ha! Yeah, like I care.
I will say this for the biped: He's been getting me out on a lot of hikes lately. Tuesday and Friday we went to Fort Ord. (And on Friday, he brought along both the bipedess and my water bottle--good breeding precludes my specifying which of the two I value more on a hot dusty trail.)
Then, on Saturday morning, we had our regular hike to the Mesa Pond in Garland Park. The bipedess has gone back to sleeping in. The biped has gone back to not carrying his new camera. The Mesa has gone back to being a facility-free venue. Yessiree, Dog's in his heaven, and all's right with my world.
When we were almost back to the parking lot on Saturday morning, we passed a young couple going in the other direction. Shortly after we had passed each other, the young woman called out a question to us. I of course, with my keen setter hearing, understood the question perfectly well, but I was disinclined either to answer it or to explain it to the biped, who thought he heard:
Is that a mountain lion or a dog?
You could tell by the look on his face that he thought it was kind of a stupid question (don't let your teachers lie to you, kids--there is definitely such a thing as a stupid question), but he is way too polite to say so. So what he said was:
Um... He's a Gordon setter.
Now it was the young woman's turn to look puzzled. Then she said:
No. Your stick thingee there, is that for mountain lions or for dogs?
The scales fell from the biped's eyes as he realized that the young lady had been inquiring, not about me, but about the 120,000-volt stun baton he carries whenever he walks me or hikes with me. He replied cheerily:
Oh, mountain lions, vicious dogs, vicious people... whatever comes along. I haven't had to use it.
Except on himself, he did not say. Twice.
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