Walking – Rain, Hail or Shine
The seasons pass quickly. We walk when the sky is dark and THREATENING, if the grass is moist with frost, or even when my paw pads start to sizzle on the hot pavement.
One moment I am enjoying the crunch, crunch, of dry leaves under my little feet in autumn then I am dashing out for a walk between rain showers. After days of crashing thunder and zippy lightening, the squelchy mud in the park attracts my attention. It seeps between my toes and leaves me with little black socks. I come home all black and muddy.
Then the hay fever season starts. A tiny scratchy feeling creeps up my nose towards my brain. “Ahhhhchoooo! Ahhhhchoooo”. The flowers are in bloom. When I get home I have to remove the prickles from my fur after I have walked on the grass.
On hot days I walk in the narrow shadow of the fences to protect me from the burning sun and to avoid frying my paws. it is times like this that I appreciate the shop owners who put a bowl of cool water out for me and my mates.
A Hot Summer Poem
Of summer not past
Baking in an oven
Slinking in the shade
Wanting to discover
Cool water to wade
Poor burnt little feet!
Mum, can we please go down
To the cool of Cottesloe beach?
As I pad on my little paws around the streets near my home I meet up with other dog mates.
This is cute little Grommit and Mot, the pair of dogs Angus and Maddie, then Leo, Gus and Charlie who all live nearby. Rocky now lives in kalgoorlie but sometimes still comes to visiti me.
Gemima and her family, and Kipper and his family, walk past my house on their way to the park or the shops.
If I am sitting outside in a sunny spot, the Subiaco workers will always pat me. It is a bit naughty of me to be off lead but I am sleepy on my mat and mum is gardening just nearby.