Most days I use my walking time to plan blog posts or think about plot lines for my book. The other day as we were walking I started wondering just exactly what was running through each of our minds as we walk.
I took a stab at it tonight.
We pull up to the park.
Sampson with his head out the window – I know I saw a deer just up there on the trail, where is it?
Delilah – Mom hurry up and open the door, I’ve got to pee.
Me – Sampson pull your big punkin head in the window, I want to walk.
As we get to the entrance to the field:
Sampson – Let me check the field, there’s usually someone in the field.
Delilah – Oooh, there’s a nice smelly spot in the field, I hope mom lets me roll in it.
Me – Dang it’s buggy out, what do they eat when I’m not here?
We turn right and head up the hill, Sampson is running ahead searching for deer, people or dogs. Delilah and I trudge steadily along behind him.
Sampson stopping for a quick sniff – It smells like Brady’s been here once today.
Delilah – Why does mom keeping making me stop while she swats at me.
Me – Why haven’t I replaced that electric bug zapper, I could kill all these stinkin’ flies and stop them from biting Delilah.
We reach the opposite entrance to the park.
Sampson – Let’s run over to Brady’s and see if he’s out.
Delilah – I wish mom would drop this leash, I love running in this neighborhood.
Me – Ok, if we go around one more time, then head down the yellow and back up the orange, we should reach the car with about a half hour’s walk.
We take a left and head deeper into the woods, Sampson runs off looking for a place to pop a squat.
Sampson – Springing like a deer across the path, I pooped, I pooped.
Delilah – Hmmm someone pooped here, I think I’ll just pee on it.
Me kicking at some poop – Who the hell let’s their dog crap right in the middle of the path and doesn’t even bother to kick it off to the side.
We approach the field, this time from the opposite direction.
Sampson – Maybe someone’s in the field now, I better run ahead and see.
Delilah – I’ve got to poop, don’t worry mom I’ll cover it up.
Me – Holy smack that was close, she almost kicked dirt in my face!
We make our final turn and head down the orange trail towards the car.
Sampson nudging up beside me – Look mom I came back to you, give me a treat please.
Delilah turning around and pushing between me and Sampson – Hey that’s not fair, I want a treat too.
Me – Hang in there girl, just a few more minutes, you can do it.
We get back to the car and load up for home.
Sampson – I can’t wait to get home, the first thing I’m going to do is climb into the pool and cool myself down.
Delilah – Is it dinner time yet?
Me – My God I’m hot, I think my sweat has sweat. I need a nice cold margarita.
What do you think about when you’re walking your dog?