Playing in the park, yo.

March 3, 2016

Our usual 7 a.m. walk, only counter-clockwise around the block.  I was still in my pajamas, the style now.

Gunther rewarded me with several nice — here I wonder — what should I call them?  Turds?  Jeez!

However accurate, “turds” lacks grace.  “Poops,” on the other hand,  really doesn’t quite fit either.  Too precious.  Example:   Little Mary Jane and her bitch may toss in the trash a baggie of poops, but not me!

I am an older guy with a fine male dog, albeit neutered.   What word to use?  “Shits” sounds like a gratuitous use of vulgarity.  I would have gotten a spanking when I was a kid.

Perhaps “craps.”  Yes, I’ll give it a try:  Gunther rewarded me with several nice craps.

No.  Not “craps.”  Craps is a dice game.  Otherwise, it is a verb.  Gunther rewarded me when he crapped.  He made two nice turds.  I’ll leave it there, for now, after I consult a thesaurus.

I am reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ novel “Love in the Time of Cholera.”

At noon Gunther was acting bored, biting at my fingers and feet, so I walked him over to Pioneer Park, to the middle of a grassy area, to fetch a small squeaky tennis ball.  What a hit!  As I sit here typing on the computer he is absent-mindedly playing with the ball.  He makes me so mad!  Every couple of minutes he’ll bump it under the couch, then he’ll whine and cry because he can’t reach it with his short brown arm.

Gunther’s face looks something like Jack Black.  Well, not exactly, but I think you can get the idea.

When we got back to the house the neighbor’s black lab, “Sue,” was standing on her porch, just looking.  I don’t know what she was looking at.  I took off Gunther’s leash and after some coaxing, he headed over to tease the much larger Sue.  Only Sue really didn’t react at first.  Gunther jumped up, then dashed in a circle.  Sue just stood there, wagging half-heartedly.  At the end the pair were romping around.   I couldn’t get Gunther to come to me.  My secret weapon:  Gunther is basically a scared puppy.  I started toward the back door of our house and Gunther quickly followed.

Gunther is asleep now.