Selva oscura

Resting on the Trail & Not Quite Nightfall

This walk through the park along wooded and leafy trails, amid bare and staring trees, under all kinds of skies, around the choppy lake, over wooden bridges, has become a habit. And, despite the increase in exercise, which Joan assures me will pay off in an increased lifespan and svelter figure, it sure beats walking around the neighborhood with its garbage and noise and zooming cars. Going to the park is like going on a mini-vacation. We come back all tired, but with the feeling that there’s something better than our immediate world. And it’s only a mile away. Who knew?

There are all sorts of ducks and swans in the lake; occasionally, well behaved dogs jog by with their people, and I whimper and Shane tries to run after them and Joan just shakes her head wishing Cesar Millan were here to help. She says, “I’m the boss,” but without the conviction of a true Cesar.

Now, we don’t like rainy days because we’ll miss the walk through the woods and around the lake. Oh, and don’t laugh about my hope of becoming a svelter and buffer dog, because we know someone who lost 12 pounds and 37 cholesterol points from walking around the very same lake. I’m telling you, there’s something in the air.

Best wishes, Juno