Sunday, April 4, 2010
One thing I love about weekends in Manhattan...
So Harvey keeps whining, and Toban keeps sneezing every 5 feet (literally!!) and I am getting quite frustrated. I am trying to keep my cool, because I did tell Ryan that I was capable of doing this. I take a deep breath, look at the river and try to relax, and begin again. Harvey has decided at this point to pee on every bush, sign, rock, squirrel (ha) he can. Toban is a copy cat and has followed suit. It would be amusing if they didn't kick up dirt after each pee. The wind is blowing very hard, and the dust is flying in my face. I yank them away, say "No! Let's go!!" and begin walking again. Once again, Harvey yanks me over to a bush to pee. Toban did the same. The wind is blowing, Toban (who is short) stands under the bush to pee, and Harvey stands right on top of him. I screamed "NO! Harvey, NO!" but it was too late.... Toban had his head peed on, and with the wind blowing, it blew Harvey's pee right onto my leg. We are now probably 30 feet into our 1 mile walk. I am certain Ryan is going to come around at any moment for his 2nd lap, and there I will be, 30 feet into the trail with a wet beagle and a peed on leg. I suck it up, and yank the dogs along, Toban snorting and sneezing, and Harvey yanking me this way and that.
Ryan did pass me, but not for awhile. He was at the end of his 2nd lap when I was about a 1/4 mile away from the pickup. I noticed that Sera was nowhere in sight. I threw Harvey's leash at him,. said "Take him!!" and started yelling out for Sera. I thought it was odd that Ryan would let her get so far out of his sight... Ryan ran away with Harvey, and I was left with the cutest dang beagle in the world, and a bit of peace and quiet.... until the snorting started again. I get to the end of the trail to see Ryan walking back towards me with both Harvey AND Sera.... apparently 2 minutes into their run, Sera pooped out on him. He yelled over at me, "She isn't a 7-minute-mile dog!!!" I said "Who is?! And why would she be? When is the last time she went running?!" Apparently he'd put her in the back of the pickup before starting his second loop.
Yet, after all of this irritation, I love spending time with Ryan and the dogs on this trail. Ryan even buried my cat, Milton, under a big tree on this very trail :) Illegal? Maybe, but with the shade of a cottonwood tree and a view of the river, we couldn't think of a better spot for him to be. I say hi to him every time we walk past that tree :)