01 May 2015
Where we walk.
One place where we walk, for a week there was a little orange cat collar with a little orange bell laying there. There was a little foot there next to it, and another patch of something with some fur. It looked a little flat. It layed there for a week or so, little foot and little collar and I always told the dogs to leave it. Sometimes I moved the collar back on top of the foot every time it moved away some. Then one day it was all gone.
RIP, little cat that wore that collar. The path will still be there, though.
One place where we walk, for a long time it was a path that just went from the road down to a cliff. We would walk down it to the bluff and walk back up and we would go here almost every day. The path is in a big field where there's a bunch of birds and rabbits and a bunch of buildings over on the side for the UC. Then one day the UC says, the building is starting for all the new stuff, and all you dogs are getting out now will stay out forever after that.
The UC said it a lot more fancy than that, a lot more bullshit about how all the buildings and roads and new bus lines and loads of people coming on with tractors and pavers and then eventually loads of people in cars and buses coming over forever after that to use the buildings is more restoring it to native grasses than the one little path still having some dogs on it. There's always a lot of fancy bullshit.
RIP, whale skeletons field by my house. No more path to walk on. Last open space in my neighborhood. We'll miss you loads and think of you fondly. A lot.
by team small dog at 7:09 AM