Sunday Walk

IMG_7422I took a walk with the dogs yesterday evening.

All 900 of them.

And oh, was it gorgeous outside!

Sunday WalkQuite the contrast from the night before, when Marlboro Man went to dinner with friends on a neighboring ranch and got caught in the storm on the way home. It wasn’t tornadic, but it came down so hard and fast that we could barely see and we almost got swept away by the water that was flooding the road.

All the while, I’m convinced we’re goners and I’m crossing myself and hanging onto the handles near my seat.

Marlboro Man, meantime, is yawning and completely unfazed.

Never am I more aware of the differences between us than when there’s a storm.

Me: “Kids! Get your shoes! Get your flashlights and MRE’s! We’re going under the house!”

Him: “I’ll be back—I’m going to go drive around.”

Sunday WalkHave I mentioned how much more fun it is to walk with the puppinses, which I now (inexplicably) call them?

It’s sort of Hobbit-speak, if you will.

Sunday WalkWell, it is great fun. They’re so full of energy and love exploring the ranch with the other dogs!

Sunday WalkLet me ask you dog experts a question, though, as I’m a little flummoxed by this one. The puppies are sweet as can be, but they get so excited about the other dogs that they sometimes team up and…well, lick them. They never bite, never wrestle, never get aggressive—but they lick them. On the face. Over and over and over.

Sunday WalkAnd it drives the other dogs crazy. (I can’t say I blame them.)

Sunday WalkUsually what happens is that they lick and lick and lick until the recipient of their licks (Yo-Yo in this case) has had enough, at which time the lick recipient takes one of the pups’ head in their mouth and shows them who’s boss. That usually sets them straight for awhile.

If I’m present when the lick attack is going on, I will intervene and gently admonish the puppies.

But overall, I’d say the licking hasn’t subsided much.

Sunday WalkI suppose I can just allow nature take its course and let the older dogs continue to school them, which Yo-Yo is about to do in this photo.

But if you have any additional ideas, let me know. This is one of the first dog dilemmas I haven’t been able to solve myself.

Well, that and the whole world of Basset Hound odor. But I think that’s a natural phenomenon that I’m powerless to stop.

Sunday WalkAw, darn. Poor tree. This must have happened when I was crossing myself in the car the night before.

Sunday WalkIf I were a wood carver, I would create something marvelous out of this. Some kind of monument to the prairie—something to give the tree eternal purpose.

But I’m not.

So it’ll just be firewood, I guess.

Sunday WalkAw, Lucy Girl. I love you!

Sunday WalkAnd the dogs love the pond!

Sunday WalkThey couldn’t wait to get in there and cool down.

Sunday WalkI don’t quite know how to break it to them: It’s not even June yet.

Sunday WalkLet alone July.

Sunday WalkThey’ve got a lot to learn about Oklahoma summers!

But we’ll just take that one day at a time.


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