Mythic

On my travels I see mysterious things. Sometimes they are little and sometimes they are big and sometimes they are of mythic proportions. For example I just happened to see the Loch Ness Monster today as I was strolling around an urban lake. Click on my photo and you'll see it better too.

Now I didn't think too much of it even if my Person was all agog. I was much more interested in the muskrat who just sort of accidentally jumped into my mouth at the very moment I was pouncing on the river bank. My Person did shriek louder for that than she did for Nessie and I literally dropped my jaw - and the muskrat. He gave me a quick and baleful look and headed for the deep weeds.

If I felt like going for a big swim I could have tried the same technique with the Lock Ness Monster but it is a bit larger than I am. I do hate to be on the receiving end of "pounce and bite." If a pitbull can send me to the hospital I shudder to think what Nessie could do!

Walking down a country road

I have no idea where I am going and (this part is a lesson for my Person and other humans) I am perfectly happy.

Everything is a a little surprise for me. Waking up. Having breakfast. Seeing a donkey stare at me from behind a bush (that really happened on this particular walk). Finding a frog hopping along the same road as I am, maybe with a better idea of where he is going.

I sure have had some unpleasant surprises too but often such things are quite interesting once you have survived them.

This particular country road sure held my interest though. There were the two fawns that were as surprised to see me as I was to see them. Then I found something crunchy to eat when my Person was looking the other way. Loons called from a nearby lake and weren't quite drowned out by the sound of jet skis. (I barked at a bunch of them - jet skis, not loons - later on, though I guess that puts me on the list of obnoxiously noisy things.)

My Person trotted along behind me, identifying birds and plants when she could and pondering trouble and strife when it occurred to her and she even threw in some worrying, planning and slapping at mosquitoes and I tried as hard as I could to let her know this wasn't just time for a walk, it was time for a little red dog philosophy.