It Was Cool Enough to Walk!

I was telling the Professor yesterday, you know how it is when you’re first with someone and you can just be driving down the street on your way to, say, Kroger and all of a sudden the urge to be with them again is just so strong you’re kind of surprised your not instantly teleported to them?  How that longing just shudders through your whole body like pleasant heebie-jeebies?

That’s how I’ve been feeling about Fall this summer.  I’ll just be walking along from the office to the bathroom and, wham, out of nowhere I’ll just feel this longing for a cool Fall day so strong it about knocks me over.

And I think the problem is that it’s even been too hot to walk the dog in the mornings.  We just go down to the corner and poop and turn around.

But today!  Today I woke up to find a little pocket of coolness left over from the still of the night.  And you can bet that we got in that pocket and walked around the neighborhood.

It was awesome.  Oh, neighborhood, how I’ve missed you!  I know it’s only been a week and a half, but I’m glad to be back out in you.

I don’t care how hot it gets in the afternoon as long as it’s cool enough to walk in the mornings!

Also, Tucker is missing and there is a cash reward for him.  He has one blue eye and one brown eye. 

That’s another advantage to the bulldog breeds.  If treated well, they tend not to run off.  After all, if you run off, you might miss out on prime couch-sitting, belly-rubbing time.

Oh, speaking of bullies (ha, sorry for the meandering post), the Staffordshire next door does indeed fetch.  No, I know!  I’m going to film it next time just so you can see it.  Who has ever heard of such a thing?

Now, granted, he’s young–only two–and you have to do something with all the energy of a young bullie and fetch is as good a way as any to wear out a rambunctious puppy.

But it still blows my mind.  I throw balls for Mrs. Wigglebottom, she’ll run over to them and be all like “Hey, I found that ball you threw!  It’s right here!”  Or, she does like she did when we went to the dog park.  This whole fetch thing is so novel that I just stand at the back door watching and I think it freaks the new neighbor out.

3 thoughts on “It Was Cool Enough to Walk!

  1. Oh, B, B, B, darling B: your comments are utterly broken. Every post seems to have some other post’s comments attached to it. Now, you know that when you have to scroll dowwwwwwwwn to the comments on an immigration post but when you get there they’re comments about women in the military it’s confusing. Saddening, too. Wassup?

  2. Oh my! Please get video! And how right you are. Sophie will go at the ball, but stop short of anything requiring retrieval of said ball–this means she won’t even pick it up. She’s been known to bark at the ball once it lands and do a little ritual horsie dance around it, but that’s the full extent of her “fetch” skills.

    She will, however, let go of her stuffies when told to “leave it.” I worked a long time on that one. “Leave it” is sort of an overall command for “Let it be” (not the Beatles song, although if she did break out into song, I couldn’t say it wouldn’t be coronary worthy).

    “Leave it” means, among other things: let go of the toy (as tug-o-war with stuffies is a no-no–wouldn’t want her to think that was acceptable behavior with other objects… say, the cat); quit smelling that dead thing; quit eating the magic kitty chocolate bar; don’t pay any attention to that dog across the street.

    As far as catching something, she has developed the ability to catch biscuits or stuffies when either are tossed in the air in her general direction. Her success rate is about 75%. Bless her heart.

  3. I am ready to have an intense fling with fall. In fact, it’s all I can do to keep from drunk dialing him every single second until November.

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