Dear Everett, Paisle has met a whole slew of new friends, successfully bringing smiles and wags from all. We went over to Luke's yard, and played and played. Luke is a rescued toy poodle, whom Sharon has had about a month. Luke is a fraction of Paisle's size. He loves to run in tight circles around the large trees in his yard, and Paisle was good for the chase. Sharon and I laughed and laughed as they went round and round...then laughed some more when Paisle stopped and went the other direction, meeting Luke head on! During one particularly long chase, where Luke weaves and bobs continuously out of range, Paisle almost missed a turn...she corrected herself when she noticed THE HOUSE was in front of her. You know--large colored object stretching high overhead and out in both directions...we humans laughed some more.
Trooper and Gus came over, fresh from a week at the lake, and hung out for a few hours. Trooper was nonplussed with the young bundle of energy, but said bundle and Gus tumbled and chased and tumbled some more. Gus is still pretty young (about 3 yrs?), but light in build. Though Paisle is noticeably petite in frame when put against the young lab, they weigh almost the same. She still has a long way to go, however, to be able to keep up with the dodging Gus, just like the weaving Luke.
We've been blading almost every day--sometimes for longer stretches in the morning in preparation for the coming rain in the late afternoons. Paisle is not as enthusiastic about it as you were, but she goes and goes and goes, so I think she likes it a tiny bit. She does not pull (still way too small for a harness--or at least for your harness) but runs behind me. Thankfully she does not attack the blading boots for the first few minutes, the way you did.
On our walks, I have to watch out for robins and rabbits. I might be putting too much thought into this, but I swear she prefers robins over other birds, because robins walk (or run) before they fly off, instead of hopping like sparrows, blackbirds, and the rest of the common rif raf in the hood. We did see a tree sparrow this morning, which was pretty and petite and on the ground, but overall it's the bullies and the grackles that vie for Paisle's attention, to no avail. I laugh every now and then as I find myself looking for fire ant hills, or chicken bones as well.
For anyone not familiar with the south, fire ants are nasty, biting ants that leave red sores that itch like crazy for days on end on humans--no idea if they itch on the pooches but the biting hurts, no matter who is being bitten. And the chicken bones? Well, buffalo wings are a very common food in the ATL, and people seem to think chucking the bones out the car window is perfectly acceptable. I'll bet some of the bones are from Popeye's or Churches too, but no matter the source the cooked bones are dangerous for all pups. So on our walks it was my job to keep an eye out for chicken bones and fire ants before...now it's robins and rabbits. These times, they are a-changin'!
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