On our walk this morning, as we were going down the hill, Big Sadie and her owner were coming up the hill. Little Sadie fell in line behind me in some futile attempt to go unnoticed. Meanwhile, Big Sadie was walking on her hind legs while her owner struggled to hold her. They sniffed around with each other when we met and it was no big deal.
Going up the hill at the end of the walk, Wyatt was on his walk and he broke free of his owner's grip about 30 yards ahead of us and came running. Little Sadie seemed concerned, but not as much as before. Wyatt slowed down when he got to us and they did the asshole-sniff tango. I think their owner has resigned herself to the fact that she can only walk them one at a time. They are just too big for her.
Also, it was very STOOORMYY WEAAATHHuuuhhhh! this morning. I sang it to Sadie as we walked down Milan. It was very soulful, if I do say so myself. I know I probably don't do it as well as you, but who does? Lena Horne... maybe.
The first summer concert in the park is this Sunday. I'm going to see if anyone wants to join me. If not, I'll be happy to sit on the blanket with Sadie and a few beers.
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