Well, it's been so wet and windy the past week that I've just stayed home....turf fire burning... and read!! Flan even refused to go out... she has not had an "accident" for a month or so during the day... she goes to the door and squeaks or finally barks if I don't hear her the first time... but even she didn't want to go out so went in the kitchen on the nighttime newspaper... I wasn't too pleased but could certainly understand her reluctance!! So, today we headed out... only had one small rainstorm during our walk, but we ducked into the deep evergreen forest and stayed dry. Plus, it's proven that I won't shrink if I get wet so what the heck...just keep walking. There are signs of spring but oh so few... After the rains, the woods are overflowing with water.... I call Flan "puddle jumper" after a favorite childhood book..don't remember if it was my childhood or the kids...but a favorite book either way. Nothing deters her... she just keeps putting around, through puddles, jumping them if they are too deep. I was a bit miffed at her though at one point. We are usually alone in the woods which is as I like it. But all of sudden an elderly gentleman came up behind us... I hadn't heard a thing... I think I just go into a tranquil state when I'm out there... thinking, walking, observing...just so deep in thought. Anyway, all of a sudden there was this handsome man behind us. Flan, of course, went nuts. She loves people (not me, but others!!) He finally said that he didn't have long for his walk so would have to press ahead. I asked him to grab her collar and I put her on the leash until he was well out of sight and I figured it was safe (she'll follow anyone but me!!) I let the leash down (didn't remove it) and off she took. She has an amazing sense of smell and could track a specific ant through an ant hill. I can see why God gave her such short legs because she has her nose on the ground all the time!! Anyway, she took off at a run.... Even those little legs can cover some territory. I took off at a run, yelling at her... Finally I just stopped, thought that maybe, just maybe she'd worry about me...ha, ha. No such luck...she stopped and looked, then took off at a run again. Hell bent for the cute old guy!! I should have been the one hell bent for the cute old guy!! Finally, finally, she stopped and waited for me. Never did see the guy, which I'm glad cause I would have been a bit embarrassed for not being able to control my mutt any better... What will I do??? Gotta figure this one out. Treats don't work, scolding doesn't work, love doesn't work...she is just single minded. Incorrigible teen stage???
Photos: Ireland everglades. Water, water everywhere, nary a drop to drink. Someone has a good sense of humour.
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