Two-Leggers on Sticks
25/01/09 18:29 Filed in: Pawsonal
Dad and I went out for a walk at the big place with
trees. It has nice long, wide paths, covered with the
fluffy white stuff and surrounded by trees so it's a
great place to go. And, surprise surprise, my best
friend Riley met us there with his dad James. Riley
and I both had our boots on so we could feel silly
(and warm) together.
As soon as Riley and I started running around the place where we leave the rolling rooms, though, a strange thing happened. Riley's dad put long pieces of wood on his feet. And he took long sticks in his hands. Two days in a row I have to deal with this strange, two-legger phenomena! Needless to say, I told James I didn't like it in no uncertain terms. He just smiled, talked to me in two-legger language, and kept putting the wood on his feet.
When we finally set out on the trail, James took off like the fastest two-legger I've ever seen. He was amazing. Even though my dad can walk pretty quick when he wants to, James left us behind in the fluffy white stuff. Riley ran after him and so did I, even if I was still a little concerned about the sticks and the wood on his feet. He was fast for a two-legger but, of course, neither of us four-leggers had any problems keeping up with him!
Still, he left my dad far behind. So, after a couple of minutes, I gave up chasing him and went back to my dad. After all, it's him I'm taking care of, not James. Then Riley told James to turn around and come back to us and so they did. Then off they went again, into the distance, then back once more. My dad was walking for all he was worth (he even ran a couple of times) but those sticks made James too fast for him.
Dad didn't seem to mind, though. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The fluffy white stuff sparkled in the sun and there were even winged feathery darts flying through the air and singing in the trees. James and Riley were having a really nice time too. Riley would run off, then run back to me and we'd wrestle for a minute, run around together a bit, then off he and James would go again.
By the time we got back to the wheeled rolling rooms, we were all pretty pooped. Happy but pooped. So maybe these two-leggers on sticks aren't such a bad thing after all.
As soon as Riley and I started running around the place where we leave the rolling rooms, though, a strange thing happened. Riley's dad put long pieces of wood on his feet. And he took long sticks in his hands. Two days in a row I have to deal with this strange, two-legger phenomena! Needless to say, I told James I didn't like it in no uncertain terms. He just smiled, talked to me in two-legger language, and kept putting the wood on his feet.
When we finally set out on the trail, James took off like the fastest two-legger I've ever seen. He was amazing. Even though my dad can walk pretty quick when he wants to, James left us behind in the fluffy white stuff. Riley ran after him and so did I, even if I was still a little concerned about the sticks and the wood on his feet. He was fast for a two-legger but, of course, neither of us four-leggers had any problems keeping up with him!
Still, he left my dad far behind. So, after a couple of minutes, I gave up chasing him and went back to my dad. After all, it's him I'm taking care of, not James. Then Riley told James to turn around and come back to us and so they did. Then off they went again, into the distance, then back once more. My dad was walking for all he was worth (he even ran a couple of times) but those sticks made James too fast for him.
Dad didn't seem to mind, though. It was a beautiful, sunny day. The fluffy white stuff sparkled in the sun and there were even winged feathery darts flying through the air and singing in the trees. James and Riley were having a really nice time too. Riley would run off, then run back to me and we'd wrestle for a minute, run around together a bit, then off he and James would go again.
By the time we got back to the wheeled rolling rooms, we were all pretty pooped. Happy but pooped. So maybe these two-leggers on sticks aren't such a bad thing after all.