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Walk

The Walk

The Walk tonight was an awe inspiring spiritual trek. The Florida heat has finally dissipated so that I no longer feel like a polar bear in a Bikram yoga class. The soft breeze cut the cadence and stench of Nicholas’ rapid fire farts. To top it off, the diabetic Corgi on the corner left us a long message on one of our favorite pee poles.

I am somewhat distracted from the Walk and all of life by my mentee kitten, Lola. I worry that she has not had her head squeezed in my mouth enough times tonight. How will she ever find her way in the world? I must, however, not let my responsibility erode my commitment to the ongoing Stink Taxonomy research, or my sworn vow to sneak up on Nicholas while he is sleeping and bark in his ear.

The Walk

The Walk seemed to take forever to transpire tonight. Without temporal abilities, I am at a loss to explain why, but we waited and waited and still it did not come. Nicholas had some cockamamie theory about the earth’s relationship to the sun at this time of year, but to tell you the truth, I pretty much zone out when he starts going on one of his rants.

Once it finally started, the night was splendid. The moon was full, and for a few minutes a few hesitating clouds obscured, then released it into the charcoal sky. It is great to be a dog.

The only issue we had tonight was that a motorcycle came rumbling down the street towards us and I could not resist a half-hearted lunge at it as it passed. I was, however, able to resist any conversation with the suicidal Chihuahua on the corner.

The Walk - well almost

We have been summarily imprisoned this evening as soon as we attempted to ward off the intruders brashly knocked on the front door. To add insult to injury these intruders are apparently small people for whom the Lady with the Leash not only shows no animosity, but instead rewards with various edible sundries of ransom. It makes absolutely no sense, but analytical reasoning has never been The Lady with the Leash’s strong suit.

My scientific pursuits continue. While our Walk has changed in its trajectory and pattern, I have decisively identified all of the germane stinks in our vicinity and am in the process of categorizing them. It has been strenuous and thankless work, but I am nearly ready to publish my findings, some of which will most certainly cause a stir in the canine community.

Ah, it is time for the Walk. Finally. I shall take my leave from you dear canine reader, but I shall note every detail.