No Hog Dog Today... No Snow Dog

SOL #17 (should be #20) See below to check out what the Slice of Life Challenge is all about

Two blocks from our house is a park. It's big enough to have a football field (along with another space where a second team can practice). There's some playground equipment, a large pavilion, and lots of great smells.

                           image by Pixabay--There was dew on the grass this morning... and it's the

                                                                 first day of spring!

At least that is what Radar is interested in. Some smells are so complex, so fascinating, he would stand for 10 or 15 minutes and sniff (if I allowed him to linger that long). I don't, because sometimes his smelling results in his finding something to eat. Could it be some discarded chicken bones he's crunching on? 

Accck! Gutteral. Loud. As much phlegm as I can muster, I try to verbally persuade him to stop crunching on whatever he's eating as I yank him back from the dead squirrel  half of a left-over stale sandwich daily delicacy.

This morning, it was early enough that Radar's friends were not in their back yard. Usually, as soon as they catch Radar's scent (from several blocks away) they're in their back yard (which butts up against the park). They're ready. Hog Dog (a yellowish dog built more like a hog than a dog) works up a froth as he runs back and forth along the fence line, barking. Snow Dog (an Alaskan Husky) usually lies in wait, and as soon as we get close to his fence, he streaks across his yard and barks.

Too early on a Sunday morning for either of Radar's friends. Bad news for him, good news for my arm (because I have to pull and pull and pull Radar into the middle of the football field and away from the yards... otherwise, he's leaping and twisting like a bucking bronco in a rodeo).

Ahh. Early morning walks...