On Monday four Brackenridge Belles and two bitches walked in the park. It was the first foray of the New Year, following a two-month holiday hiatus. The walk was long, from the Zoo to the golf bridge (Mary Lil clocked 2.2 miles), but conversation never lagged. Honestly I can’t imagine how the Belles can find so many things to yammer about.
But then the ladies probably can’t imagine why we dogs need to savor every scent that the park has to offer. Infuriatingly, we have to inhale quickly, since they are always urging us on. One of the ladies expressed wonder at how we never flagged. Well duh. We have twice as many legs, even if they are shorter. And, we don’t tire ourselves talking.
When we get home we can usually summon up the energy to have a fine fight, complete with growling and bared teeth. Of course it's only theater. But it seems to fascinate our mistress, who never tires of taking pictures of our skirmishes.
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