The Truth Behind the Picture

We compromised with Moma tonight. Told her she could help us read and begin to catch up (again) with our blogging friends IF she relented and let us put up one quick picture with one quick explanation. Well. Maybe not quick. But at least an explanation.

So. Remember all that snow that came down on Friday? Well. Most of it is gone today. But more is to come on Wednesday. So. Seeing as how today was a beautiful day, we loaded up and headed to the park where the big lake (and the library) is. For a nice walk in the warm (hot) sun.

See this picture?  We've had some comments about how happy we seem to be.  Let us tell you the truth.

The first part of the walk was quite lovely. We saw some cute dogs and some cute kids saw us. It's always nice to get a few complimentary passing comments. Well. We were trotting along quite nicely. Just like in our videos. (Almost as nicely. Fergs tends to keep her tail pretty much tucked at the park, but she still mostly likes it.) We got about a third of the way around the lake, near a small housing development and things took a sudden change for the worse. Seems just as we passed some roofers decided it was time to start using their power hammers. SNAP! POP! SNAP! Lunge. Bolt. Jerk. Luckily for Moma (and us) her reflexes were quick (this time.) Otherwise we'd have been long gone. Needless to say, the rest of the walk wasn't much fun. Every dog. Every roller blader.  Every bicyclist. Every snap pop snap (by now in the distance, 'cause we sprinted to get as far away as possible as quickly as possible) sent us into a fearful fright and flight. Moma quickly remembered that some things still really set us off. Both of us.

Eventually, on the other side of the lake, we walked off the path and rested in the dry grasses. That's where Moma snapped the picture. The expressions may suggest happiness. But truth be told, the tongues suggest heat, thirst and anxiety (panting). And the ears suggest pure "get us home and back to the comfort of the place we know is safe." We have a feeling we won't be walking around the lake again until the roofing project is over. But that's okay. It's gonna snow again and we're perfectly happy romping around in our own yard.

Oh. One more thing. Moma went in the library and picked up a book on hold. Darwin's Dogs:  How Darwin's pets helped forma world-changing theory of evolution. Hamish's Gail led her to it. It'll make good reading material while it snows. And while we lie close to her side (or feet) reminding her of just how special we are and how important our perspective on Life is. Just as Darwin recognized.

OH Yeah! And one MORE thing. Before we forget again! Some of our local Colorado buddies have recently started blogging. Darcy and Bailey.  The Dirty Westie and her Cairn Sidekick. Ever since we got to know them (their moma is the one that helped to introduce Fergi to swimming pool swimming - she works with the Parks and Recreation District that opened their pools to us well deserving canines) we've been hoping that they'd talk their moma into helping them share their terrier voices.  And they did!  So ... stop by their bloggie and say "woof".  OK?  You can imagine they're peering out their window hoping some new pals stop by. In typical terrier spirit!

OK.  Now.  We've said our word.  We'll get Moma comfortable with our laptop in her lap, me at her side and Fergi nearby in her bed ... and dictate some comments as she FINALLY helps us begin to catch up with our friends.