Walking the Dog

Walking the dog. Waving mosquitoes away from my face, arm, and leg! They are everywhere. Dog sniffs the base of a bush. Noses deep into the bush. Lingering to catch the scent of previous visitors. She moves her head, sniffs rapidly, then retreats to another site. Following a trail of smells only she knows are there, she reads activity and tales of other animals.

A skunk? Possum or raccoon? Probably just a squirrel, but a another life was here, in this spot. Interesting.

On to another target. A stand of grass, high and waving in the breeze, a dog has marked the spot and she takes special note. Withdrawing from this bouquet she studies the ground and squats to relieve herself. Motivated by another’s earlier visit? I do not know.

The trail of smells leads her on until she does duty #2.

Done she turns toward home.

Four times each day this activity is repeated. Differing results but always a trail of tails. I wonder what she has learned? She seems satisfied and willing to return home for a nap. Calmed and at ease.

What is she thinking? What do we think of it?

Ah yes!

July 26, 2018