The Chronicles of Zippy
We went to the beach today. There were some other dogs there. There was a beautiful black Lab. Her owner was throwing a stick into the water and she would swim out to retrieve it. I was mesmerized by this, as it would never occur to me that when my folks would throw sticks in to the water when we were at the beach, I was expected to go get it. This is just not something I do.
But as I watched her, I realized I was in love. I just kept looking at her. I couldn’t stop.
Finally, she and her owner packed up and left. My heart was broken.
Oh, well. I still had a beach to sniff.
A little later, a very tiny dog came with its owners. It was yapping like mad at the waves. This is just not something I do either.
I was not in love.
More pictures from our vacation.
As you can tell, we are walking again. This early morning stroll takes us to a little wooden path where Daisy has found something interesting to sniff. Maybe she’s tracking a bear.
Whenever we go for a walk, Daisy usually leads the way. I almost always lag way, way behind. Here is why.
I make an attempt to sniff out every previous visitor to every tree, and then make my own mark. As you can see, this can take some time.
