ROB AND RENEE TAKE A WALK … AGAIN!
Well, the temps reached the 40s this afternoon and Renee and I were able to once again take our (almost) daily constitutional. We had missed a few days when the temps were hovering in the teens.
She gets so excited when I ask her if she wants to go for a walk. You’d think I’d offered her a cat sculpture made out of liver … or in her case bacon and butter. As I put on my shoes and coat, she keeps running from me to the rocking chair where he walking leash hangs to the front door back to me, the chair, the door … repeatedly.
Because we had missed a couple of days of walks, she picked up speed a couple of times so that I had to trot. She thinks it’s her job to keep me in shape.
An elf habitat, or should that be hobbitat?
I checked it out and told her it was either a squirrel or chipmunk hole. And she asked me if I had ever seen a chipmunk in the neighborhood. Since I have never seen a chipmunk in my life outside of a Disney cartoon I was forced to agree that it was an elf hole.
Even though it has to be elves who enjoy eating nuts and acorns.
Other than that, our walk was nice but totally uneventful.