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H-Mom is a nut. She put on the yellow slicker that Man-Dad bought her at the marine supply store. It is "foul weather gear" for boating types.Then she snapped on Booker's collar. And off we went. Yes, to the dog park.In the wake of Fay, which wasn't tragic, but which was windy and very very wet. And H-Mom said "COME ON, BOOKER, LET'S WALK!"Like that was supposed to be exciting or something. Like that was a really great idea.So walk we did, in the pouring rain. Are you surprised that there was no-dog and no-one else there? And rain was running off Booker's ear tips like little rivers, and streaming off the brim of H-Mom's slicker hood.No-dog and no-one else ever showed up. H-Mom made Booker stick with it for about half an hour. "Well," she said outloud to NO-ONE, "We don't have a yard, so this is necessary exercise."OKAY. CAN WE GO HOME YET?It was so rainy, in the wake of tropical storm FAY, that H-Mom didn't even have the camera out. Now, don't you think that would TELL her something?
A Fairy Ring appeared magically overnight in the park where we walk every day.
It was beautiful, a symphony of giant, sparkling white mushrooms. H-Mom doesn't know what kind they are, but she thinks they are a poisonous type from what she found on the Web. Anyway, we didn't touch them. The ring was too pretty. Some people say that a Fairy Ring is bad luck, but others say that it predicts very good fortune, and might even be a sign that there is hidden treasure! In folklore, Fairy Rings are said to be the place where elves gather at night to dance.
When H-Mom was growing up in France, she knew lots of people who went "mushrooming" on the weekends. People are very brave to eat wild mushrooms -- we would hesitate to taste them even if they were collected by an "expert." We will stick to buying our mushrooms at Publix.
Wild mushrooms are plentiful in South Florida in the summer, which is our rainy season. They appear when a few days of heavy rain are followed by dryer, sunny days. This is exactly what the weather as been this week. Golf courses are not very keen on them, as they pop up very quickly and ruin the "look" of the course by creating a circle of dead grass or discoloration. Lawncare resources call Fairy Rings a "disease."
Booker didn't smell anything interesting in our Fairy Ring, so we didn't disturb a thing. Maybe the fairies will come back and dance again tonight.
It looks more like magic than "disease"!
This looked like a really really good spot. Booker sniffed, he circled, he sniffed, he circled and then he dumped.
Well, Booker can't read. And can you SEE the sign in the photo above, anyway?
Thank goodness H-Mom always carries bags. She is diligent about leaving no trace of our visits.
That is one of our pet peeves. Or, you could say, peeves about pets. It's simple enough to "pick it up" and really part of being a responsible and courteous dog owner. There are trashcans AND bag dispensers on almost every block along our walking paths. Even in the park. Just because WE enjoy the company of a dog, doesn't mean we want to step in YOUR dog's mess! It is unbelievable how many people pretend that they haven't noticed what their dog is up to. Even at the dog park. Can you believe that H-Mom walked over to one man and HANDED him a poop bag? HAHAHAHAHAHA, she said, "Everyone here helps keep our park clean for everyone else."
H-Mom's idol, Victoria Stilwell, agrees: A War in the Neighborhood.
H-Mom wants to say to everyone, "Good morning ... and THANK YOU for picking up after your pooch!"
