There was a cute story; as we approached the woods, a lady and her dog, a big black one that kinda was built like Vinnie the Airedale, were moving up the side of the woods. About 20 yards away, this dog (whose name, we learned soon later, was Baxter*) saw Scrappy. Scrappy saw him just a bit later. I was trying to go slow enough to give her a chance to clear us (as it looked like Baxter was giving her a bit of difficulty), but Baxter slowed to match us. Finally, she shouted, "Come on, Baxter!"
And he sat down. He refused to move, until she said he could come meet Scrappy.
The meeting was cordial, and after a thorough sniffing, an invitation from Baxter to roughhouse, and the near-avoidance of the inevitable tangling of leashes, we went our merry way. Well, Scrappy and I did. Baxter sat back down when we left and wouldn't move until he was sure Scrappy wasn't coming back.
(*- I find Baxter's name ironic because Laurie's sister has a mini poodle, white, named Baxter. So now we know one at each end of the scale.)
A good post-walk includes lots of pictures, too. But this one had one at the start-
- tree starting its descent to the forest floor, right at the corner of Main Trail and Loop Trail North.
And it has one picture from the end-
- the river so low that Scrappy didn't get to go down as we had about 10 yards of gooey mud flat to get to it.
However, there was one spot in the middle that made it all worthwhile. For those of you that play along on "The Map", this is on the south side of the Swamp. We were walking the far south end when I saw something move up against the woods...
|Mr. Fox had gotten up to shake himself else I'd have never seen them.|
|I wish they had been getting along better. Hard to get them in one shot when they sit so far apart!|
|The Mrs. was content to watch us pass from a distance as she sunned herself.|
While he got up and left when we got the closest (which wasn't very close), this little stinker was content to continue sunbathing until we were long gone.
More pictures in a sec (one really cool one, IMHO), but I notice by my junk folder that it's time to play a brief round of spam e-mail instruction, a public service to make your spam more intelligent ( and intelligible.)
First, a while back a friend of mine warned us that a new blogroll engine called Feedspot was trying to take the place of the lamented Google Reader, and using some questionable tactics to draw an audience. I have a hard time taking FS seriously when they send me stuff like this:
Your Blogspot blog "Chris' cap collection" has 23 new followers onFeedspot