Taken with my Windows phone. That tan speck above the centre is Stella. I took her to the spray field behind the high school and unclipped the leash so she could be a dog. So often, too often, dogs have to conform to human needs and expectations, being on leash, not sniffing crotches or humping legs, having to live in a human world, not being a dog. She got some time to be a dog for a while, running after her nose, ears, and eyes so to speak.
We returned from our walk a few minutes ago. I stopped briefly to chat with the neighbour at the corner about the windy start to the day. As Kendal and I turned onto our street something scuttled across the street about 30 feet in front of us. It was black . . . with a white stripe down its back.
I stopped to allow Mr. (or Ms.) Skunk unimpeded crossing rights. Kendal had other ideas but seeing that we were downwind it seems prudent to stand where we were. The skunk is probably somewhere in our next door neighbours’ yard.
I think all three dogs will stay inside for a while, until it’s much more light outside.
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