Something New

Sometimes you just have to try something new.  Maybe it’s a new place to eat, a new hairstyle or article of clothing.  And then again, if you happen to be the four-footed companion, it means a new place to walk.

Today she was all about going on a completely new adventure, with her leading the charge into the great unknown aka a park she had never been to before.  She was confident and bold as she made her way through the open area. She sniffed and she ran.  She was unstoppable as she headed for the trees.

She dashed about the first several feet into the treed area before she heard something. Something she hadn’t heard before. Something that made her unsure.  I had no idea that hawks were now in this area, but there is was announcing it’s presence with its own voice.  And there was the four-footed one, no longer wanting to be in the trees, or chasing after whatever had caught her attention.

So she came and stood right next to me, pushing me back the way we had come, as if the bird wouldn’t be able to follow us.  Once we were out in the open, she played a little and then pushed to head home.  Because sometimes when you try something new, you realize you like what you already know better than this new thing you’ve found.

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A Goat Of A Chance

The four-footed one discovered a new friend today.  A small goat was visiting near our normal walking path.  A small goat not much larger than the four-footed companion.  Four-feet had no clue what to make of the goat as it spoke.

She jumped back, barked and charged before deciding to sit and hold up a paw.  The goat, in return, had run away from the fence and then slowly, shyly made its own wan back to the fence.

A lady came out of the house, held out an apple and said “Clarence cannot resist dogs or apples”.  As his name was spoken, the goat headed to where the lady was standing.  And then he promptly started to dance around, clearly wanting the apple.

We left him to it and carried on with our walk.  And when we got home?  The four-footed did her own version of a dance for a treat.  In her case she stood up on her hind legs before jumping around in a circle while staying up on her hind-legs.  Then she came down on all four, wagged her wee tail before proceeding to stand on her hind legs again and make tiny barking noises.

Yes she got a treat.  No it wasn’t apple, although she love so apple too.  Maybe her new friend will be back out tomorrow.

Team Coffee

A new coffee place opened up around here.  It into  we have a shortage of them as there are some two stores away from each other.  Bu this one is slightly different.

What makes it different is that not only do they roast and grind their own beans,  but they only use heavy cream.  Want a latte?  It’s made with heavy cream.  Take cream or milk in your coffee?  Have a splash of heavy cream.  Oh yeah they also don’t serve any food.

It’s probably a good thing they don’t serve food.  I mean think of all the calories from using heavy cream!  Naturally we had to check this place out.  And naturally it’s become Beloved’s idea of a coffee place.  Because heavy cream is an all time favorite of Beloved’s.

Thankfully this shop isn’t that close to the house otherwise Beloved would be popping by all the time.  And of course I’m c flicked because I love coffee, but I don’t want Beloved to have too much in the way of heavy cream because of his age.

So I guess this will have to be one of those places we go to only for special moments rather than turn him from team tea to team coffee.  Although I know this would easily switch him over!

Fashion Statement

There is something to be said about little paw prints neatly marching along a crisp white background.  There is something else to be said about those same paw prints when they are found marching across a white shirt.  A white shirt laid out to be worn that same day.  And when those paw prints have been made in mud?  Yeah.

The four-footed one would tell you that what you should say about those paw prints is aww.  And if those paw prints, muddy no less, happen to be all over your freshly laundered shirt, laid out on a chair, well you should say thank you for your fashion design.

Except none of that is what I said.  What I wanted to say is, umm, profanity laced.  And no I did not say that either because swearing in front of the four-footed one will not do.  I have no clue why this is the case, but it is.  So instead I called her into the room, pointed at the now paw print covered shirt which had moved from the chair onto the floor and asked her if she was responsible.

And yes dear readers, for a small moment I waited.  I no clue why.  It’s not like she is going to answer me in a way I understand.  But I waited and then I simply moved on with my day.  Minus my new fashion statement.

Of Fluff And Stuff

The four-footed one has discovered a whole new world, or rather one she has always chosen to ignore in the past. She discovered the insane world of fluff. No, I’m not joking. She has discovered fluff from clothing, fluff from various plants dispersing their seeds and fluff I cannot identify.

You see I’m not expert on fluff. I can figure some of it out, like when the dandelions are ready to set their seeds free in that lovely puff that was so fun to blow on when I was little. Of course, that same fluffy head of seeds was the bane of my father’s green grass while I was growing up. It didn’t help that I felt it was my job to help the seeds travel as far as possible into the green lawn.

And fluff from various colored clothing is relatively easy to understand and identify. And let’s face it, everyone has had the joys of sock fluff here and there.

But some of the fluff the four-footed one has now discovered is stuff I just don’t know. I suspect that if I were to look at more closely I might gather an idea as to where it came from. The trick is to spot it before the four-footed one does. And then not only does one have to spot if first, one must also then collect it before she does. With her tongue. You see she likes to investigate based on the theory that everything can be identified and categorized rather simply: it’s either food or it is not food. And because she is food motivated, it’s a bit more of a challenge than it sounds like it should be!

Going Somewhere With No Place In Mind

Sometimes you just need to leave, no destination in mind.  Just hop in the car, climb on your bike, or walk some where.  Just for the sake of going somewhere and getting away from where you currently.  I’m not talking about running away as per say, just a change of scenery for a short period of time.

And sometimes where you end up going, is something more than you expected it to be.  Sometimes it leads to adventure, romance or something new to explore.  I have been blessed to experience that more than once in my life.  Once on the seashores of my own continent and once on the seashores of another.

I’ve been a thousand miles from where I started, heck I’ve been several thousands miles from where I started, and discovered that there was no place that I’d sooner be than where I was at that moment.  Foolishly I have tried to keep those moments for the times when I would need them and be nowhere near the seashore.  I’ve bottled the sea’s water, placed sand in jars and tried to capture it all on video.  It never works out the same.  You cannot recreate the seashores of other places when you haven’t one of your own to work with.

And that’s okay because it makes those moments that much more special.  It makes them so much more precious and dear to the heart.  The trick is to not try to recreate it, to not just take off back to that place you landed and expect it to be the same.  It isn’t possible.  Instead capture those moments in your memory, hold them safe in your heart and open yourself to something new.  Seashores are not required.  Nor are picnics, but I’ve found both to be, well, rather good when it comes to getting some place that I wasn’t at before and enjoying it all the same.

When You Find Something New

The four-footed one has discovered face cloths.  Wet face cloths to be exact.  I should back up a few steps and explain a bit.  It’s been very hot here.  Unusually hot.  Too hot for anyone wearing a fur coat.  Way too hot if the fur coat that is being worn is dark.  So naturally the four-footed one fits neatly into the category someone who is wearing a dark fur coat.

Naturally the four-footed also likes the sun more than the shade.  And refuses to have water out on her. Basically today the four-footed one would wander into the sun, flop down and sun bathe.  She’d get removed to the shade,yet she’d just move herself again.

She was provided oodles of places with water.  A mister was turned on and in a moment of desperation I made s face cloth good and damp with cold water and tossed it on her. Gently dear readers, I tossed it on her gently.  Now some animals like that.  They find it cooling.

The four-footed one though was having none of is.  She shook it off her back, went over to where if fell and proceeded to chew it.  Because she’s that kind of dog.  Unfortunately for me, she has discovered a like for these cloths.  She prefers they are wet, but will chew and roll happily on a dry one all the same.  How do I know you ask.  Because she managed to get ahold for freshly laundered ones and proceeded to have her own little party with them.  I guess when you discover a good thing it’s hard to pass it up.