February 6th. Friday
5 pm
We went out for a pre-dinner walk. We went across the street, and it was short. We walked through Veterans Memorial Park, and instead of heading towards the view area, Buddy turned left, to explore the area on the way back home. We continued to walk a bit when we got back across Selva, up by the mailbox. We got to witness an almost-brawl, when Lisa was walking Woodley across the parking lot, and Baffo, who was off-leash, apparently saw Woodley and bolted away from the dog park. Lisa saw Baffo coming and picked up Woodley, holding him well-above Baffo’s reach. But the dogs were voicing their opinions of each other, at each other, quite loudly. It sounded bad. The dudes and I had to go investigate.
Kathy had run out after Baffo to get him onto his leash and drag him away. I could see her apologizing and talking with Lisa. It was nobody’s fault, just dogs being dogs. But Lisa got a black eye, because Woodley was thrashing around while she was holding him, and she got head-butted a couple of times above her left eye.
We chatted with Lisa briefly, then since the brawl was over, we went home to do dinner.
Noon
We went for a second walk. It was absolutely perfect outside. The guys were the model of indecision, unable to decide where they wanted to go. We ended up walking towards the mailboxes, where we stopped to visit with Kaye, and soak up some attention. The Buddy stopped to poop, and after making a dumpster trip right there, a couple of ladies that I do not know wanted to stop and visit with the guys.
We slowly worked out way over to the clubhouse, then came out and ran into Kathy and Baffo, who then connected with Jolene and we all went over to the dog park. I cut the dog park trip short. Bubba stayed on-leash and he sniffed the plants around the park, disinterested in the games. I left Buddy run loose so he could socialize, but he ended up in a patch of dirt, on his back rolling around the absorb the smell and filth. I tried several times to get him to go play instead, but he wouldn’t so we went home. I don’t want to look like I can’t keep freshly-bathed dogs clean for two days. He can get as filthy as he wants on Monday, when it’s no longer my fault.
Only Buddy pooped, and we walked 50 minutes.
9 am
They still weren’t up, but they managed to drag themselves up and take me for a walk. It was a very short walk for a two-guy walk. Buddy led us out to the path to PCH, and then stopped. I waited for him to decide; was he going to PCH, or up the hill, or just crossing safely at the corner to head across to the park?
Bubba wasn’t waiting on an answer, and started exploring everything in Buddy’s nearby radius. He sniffed both sides of the path – the plants, not the asphalt – the security posts, the dog cleanup bag box post, and then finally started heading back towards home. Buddy followed, and I followed them both. We turned into the neighborhood by the mailbox. Buddy stopped to poop, with some effort. The guy may need more fiber in his diet. And then we headed home.
More walking than standing, we were out about 20 minutes and went nowhere. Buddy pooped, Bubba did not.
7:50 am
Way too early. I got a nasty look from Bubba, and happy tail wagging from a very-tired Buddy. Nobody got up. They looked, and chins went back to the surfaces of couches and beds. Water dishes were still full, and there were no accidents, so I just left them alone to get some more post-excitement-day rest.