I come back every year with the same wish! Have I been good? Well, I suppose that is debatable. Have I been nice? Well, that leads me to my request.
The same request I have had for the last twelve years!
Yes, I believe that I’ve been fairly nice. However, the ‘niceties’ are being pushed to the limit!
It is about the dogs. Every year, every hour, every available moment…they seem to want to roll in ‘shit’. Pardon the language…but it is what it is.
Realistically, it isn’t always ‘shit’. Sometimes, more often than not, it is a dead animal.
I’ve done the research. I’ve trained dogs…obviously, not well. Dogs roll in ‘stuff’ to disguise their scent. To make themselves somehow invisible to those lurking at the farm or hardened trail.
We walk in some ‘wild, wild, acreage.’ Therefore, I am almost as aware of my surroundings as, the out of control dogs.
Not once have I felt that a gopher or skunk had been out there in the thicket…awaiting for us to make one false mistake.
Do not get me wrong! Obviously we, the dogs and I, are not alone. Yet, unlike humans, whatever four-legged stranger, danger, animal, that is out there. Wants to enjoy their walk. And, wishes for us to do the same.
Please, Santa, could you talk to the dogs about their sub-par behavior? My wife is beginning to think that I encourage the dogs to be gross. It is putting a strain on the romance…if you get what I mean.
Yes, I have been nice. But I am getting pushed to the limit!
Long May You Run,