Wasting Time?

I've often had trouble getting enough time to post here, but for the first time today, I felt a kind of restlessness regarding this blog: like I was wasting my time.

I don't know. I still miss Oz. I still think our exploits would make a great book, and that people would like to hear about them. But…restless.

I'll share a specific for today, and then go on. Out in Sudden Valley, we started our W's on the road, walking on pavement, or, when cars came, in the roadside ditches and brush. However, there were a lot of woods, some parks, and a host of trails that we often went on. The closest trail was about 7-8 minutes away; the closest park around 12-15.

One of the times we hit a park, we followed a trail as it wound through it, then went off so Oz could explore the tiny creek. She waded along, then decided she wanted to cross. Well, it was a narrow creek, but I'm not much of a jumper. I gave a heroic squat-leap!

The other side of the creek was pure loose mud under the moss. It gave way under my shoes, and I slid…well, judging by the skid marks I left behind, I slid about two feet. I also fell to my hands and knees, dropping the leash in the process.

Oz thought this was the best thing since sliced kibble. Before I could pull my face out of the mud—did I mention my nose hit the mud—she was there, licking me, down in a low "Let's play!" squat and barking.

It was like she was saying, "Finally! You just figured out that four legs and mud are more fun!" We had a little wrestle, with me rubbing her over the grass, and then I eventually learned how to stand upright again.


Greg