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Sent: Monday, June 25, 2007 9:22 AM
To: Steve Taylor
Subject: Walking the dog
So, I walk the dog for around two miles every morning before breakfast, then again each evening after dinner. In the mornings I'm alone (nice quiet way to start the day), except on weekends, when Bri comes with. In the evenings, it's usually me and Brian, along with the younger kids. Saturday night, we were exploring the neighborhood east of us, and found a nice park to hang out at for a while. There were a couple of other families there, and we were enjoying it - except for the dogs in the yard next door. They were a pair of Chihuahua-ish things that yipped incessantly. After around 10 minutes, the owners of the house came home, and the dogs shut up. The owners then went into their kitchen, and sat at the table, right next to the patio door, which they left open to enjoy the summer evening. After a few minutes, the dogs got bored, and started up their barking again. The response of the owners was to shut the patio door, to cut off the obnoxious noise, leaving the dogs outside to bark! How's that for an oblivious dog owner? Everyone at the park, though annoyed, had to laugh at the absolute cluelessness.
Sunday night, we were out walking again. Conner rode in his stroller for the first three miles, but after the third park stop, decided to run along with his sister. Teigan was riding her scooter, in a cute little peach-colored sundress. Conner was barefooted, his little naked feet slapping on the sidewalk. The dog did her business in a person's yard, so being responsible dog owners, Brian and I stopped to clean it up. We kept an eye on the kids, who were still racing ahead of us, and saw they had stopped at the next corner. As we watched, Teigan took off her shoes, and they both sat on the curb, letting sprinkler run-off water wash over their bare feet. I was wishing I had a camera - they were pretty cute. As we walked to catch up with them, they got down in the water and crawled around - being dogs I assume. Still pretty cute. However, as we got all the way up to them, we realized they were laying face down in the water, slurping. EEWWWW! Guess we had never actually TOLD them not to drink water running in the gutter. Oh well - I'm guessing it's not fatal.
Have a good day.
Love,
Becky
