Last night I did dog-walks in a corner of the large wooded Russian Jack tract here on the east side. The last walk of the evening was Hunter and Bubba, which I enjoy for several reasons, not the least of which is that they are just flashy dogs and it's fun to see them together. We walked on a footpath that was in the woods well off the main paved trail.
Little did I know what menace I was escorting, until I heard shrieking that scared the daylights out of all three of us and I was trying to figure out where it was coming from and get over to the path to help, when as we emerged, a lady saw me and cried out "OH! I THOUGHT THOSE WERE BEARS!"
Well, sure. If bears had big black high-plumey tails, and walked side by side on Flexi leads, in front of a woman sing-songing "GOOD dogs..." every 20 yards or so in hopes of alerting the actual bears.
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Tee hee! Too funny!
Good thing you don't have newfies!
*smile* So, what would she have done if they had been bears? I can see how Hunter (from a distance and if you squint your eyes juuuusssstttt right) could be mistaken for a bear. Apparently you weren't singing loud enough! :)
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