Wrestle Mania continues at the Rose household. Ya kind of gotta wonder about the new addition. Is she cute?
Or is she scary?
Or is she just plain weird?
Maybe all of the above.
Java, Latte, and I have been taking our recent walks in the woods behind the nearby library. I had the idea that these woods were pretty small and lame, but they became pretty interesting when I got lost in them.
There are some worn paths but then there are footpaths that break off in all sorts of directions where people (and deer) just decide to break their own trail.
I think the paths are more peaceful and pretty during the winter because there are less people out walking and biking. There were so many bird noises and rushing water sounds. It resembled a movie soundtrack of a jungle.
I also think that oak trees have more character without leaves than they do when they are greenly-leafed out.
Is it the white oaks that keep their leaves all winter? I like looking at them too. The rusty colors stand out so much against the snow.
About seven deer watched us walk by. They were far off in an adjoining field but still wary.
I didn’t realize until yesterday (when I was lost) that the woods went far enough east to meet up with the Rum River.
I’m trying to fit long walks in after work everyday to burn off dog energy. Plus I want to expose Latte to lots of different environments too. But I need to get my butt in gear doing some serious clicker training because right now, both dogs are pulling way too much during the walks and are not passing other dogs very well. Java still wants to jump and play and Latte want to run away from the dog. Imagine Maery being pulled in two directions and trying to keep her footing on the icy path. Not pretty.
The latest excitement in my life came yesterday when my neighbor came over and warned me her car had been stolen out of her garage Sunday evening while her family was in the house watching a movie. Their garage door had been open and the keys were in the car so she said I might want to keep my garage door closed (it was open when she came over).
There had been a rash of similar thefts over the weekend. In fact, they found a stash of stolen property hidden in the cemetery at the end of our street. It doesn’t help that the house next door to me has been abandoned and is standing empty with posters all over the doors proclaiming it’s emptiness.
I think I might be in the hood. Who would have thought? But at least the neighbors watch out for each other. And I have dogs — ferocious dogs.