Today was so nice out the dog got walked twice. In fact, I awoke early and did the first tour of the neighborhood while the sky was still brightening – and also took some photos for the photoblog. Later the roomie took the dog on another peregrination of the local streets. About 10 a.m. I decided to take him for a longer walk so we drove to Weir Hill. I should have just walked, but then I’d have had to lug his carcass home because he’d poop out by the time we got there – as in he’d be unconscious with his body wrapped around my neck whimpering “Take me home!” I have to get his stamina up. Anyway, I figured it was early enough not to run into many dog folks. So I decided – what do I need a hearing aid for? You’d have thought I’d have learned from the store experience.
So, we’re walking up the hill and Duke the dog is doing his “Oh, my, other dogs have been here – let me smell!” thing and I’m trying to be accommodating while still going UP the hill. Then, in the splendid silence that is my world I realized the dog is freaking out. As in – there is something in the leaves and pine needles.
It was a nice size tan garter snake, minding it’s own business. Probably Duke scared the poor thing out of a year’s growth. I wondered if I’d have heard rustling of leaves or something rather than just realizing the dog was about ready to levitate off the ground. I’m not really worried about rattle snakes here, but then I got to wondering if they actually have them in New England.
Back to working our way up the hill, which is basically on paths that appear to have been developed by spring runoff and other walkers/hikers – pretty much the kind of path you need to pay attention to unless one wants a broken ankle. And since my daughter broke her leg/ankle in four places (and dislocated it in about as many places) this time last year I was looking where I was going. SURPRISE! Fortunately the big wet dog was nice and happy to see us. Big overgrown waterdog pup. So was the second one.
I wonder how much noise these dogs and their owners make when you can hear? Do hearing people know other people are coming? I suppose so.
The last dog was a lovely Alaskan Malemute – one of my favorite dogs of all time. Lovely bitch with impeccable manners. I was trying to talk with her owner when suddenly he didn’t have any voice and I realized he was totally out of range (which is a few steps or just turning away). Oh, well…
Got back to the car, fished the hearing aid out of the case, put it on and wondered what I missed by hiking half-deaf. Tomorrow is another (better hearing) day.