It has been cold (40’s & 50’s F) and rainy here for several days. I think of myself as a total trooper where Harper’s concerned, but when it is cold and wet her walks tend to be a little shorter. It’s not just that I don’t enjoy them, though that is certainly a factor, but she doesn’t enjoy them much either. She doesn’t like getting wet.
I awoke this morning to find it a brisk 42*F. But it wasn’t raining so we hopped in the car and headed for our favorite Dog Park. Over the expressway; for there is no destination in Harper’s Valley that doesn’t involve an expressway; a sign was warning of dense fog ahead. Fog here is a ‘once in a blue moon’ experience. There is rarely enough moisture in the air and rarely cool enough temperatures. Both occurring at the some time is rare indeed. Still, intrepid souls that we are, we turned on our headlights, screwed our courage to the sticking place and hurdled into the foggy dawn.
We were disappointed when we arrived at the Dog Park to find it closed due to wet and frosty conditions. Harper seemed less disappointed than I expected. Once she realized there were no dogs on the other side of the fence she was content with an on-leash walk in the park.
The foggy conditions in the park promised a pleasant, if chilly, stroll.
Walking near the pond gave Harper an opportunity for a new experience; geese! To the best of my knowledge she had never seen geese before. There were several sitting along the water’s edge. She did not approach them at first. She stood perfectly still and stared at them for a long time. Eventually, her curiosity overtook her natural timidity and she started to move closer. All but one of the geese entered the water and swam away without any fuss. One remained behind.
Once Harper got closer than the minimum acceptable distance established by whatever governing body establishes such things for geese, the goose stood up, stretched it’s neck to its maximum height and flapped it wings while uttering what I can only assume was goose invective. I suspect profanity was included. Poor Harper almost choked herself running away. She was on an 8′ leash and seemed to feel strongly that 8′ was not sufficiently distant from an irate goose. Happily the goose did not charge, preferring rather to swim off to join the others with an expression than could only be described as smug.