Upsetting My Balance
The morning walk, when 400 or so pounds of humans are pulled around the neighborhood by a 20-pound furball, is usually the zen part of the morning. Fresh air, a bit of chat, a little stretching of the legs and a lot of calm. Nod to the early risers, let the ladies of our local Curves fawn over Diego, check out the occasional cute jogger as appropriate and keep an eye peeled for Walks of Shame. Good for the soul, all that.
This morning though the manager of a Kindercare here in the neighborhood interrupted the bliss (and her own posting of another eyesore sign) to ask us to keep Diego off her precious patch of grass. Just a tad peeved that the woman who keeps a multi-year supply of used cigarette butts on the sidewalk ten feet north of her little fiefdom decided to upset my balance on the assumption we wouldn’t clean up after our dog. Not a good way to start the day at all.
“Woof, woof, bark, bark” translated “she’s a bitch”
Have to say the day continued right on track, filled with 104 degree heat sucky moment after sucky moment.