Signs

I worked yesterday, and then had to hit the grocery store, so we missed the chance for our walk and I was bound and determined to get Brutus his walk in the park today. I even told him that we would go and promised.  So after my breakfast I decided to play a few games online. Brutus was ever so patient until he wasn't. He climbed up on the couch and pawed my arm. I patted the couch beside me and instead of curling up there like he normally does, he flopped down in my lap, blocking my iPad screen. I ruffled his fur and moved him to his spot beside me and told him we would go walk as soon as I finished the game I was playing. I won the level and advanced. I won that level and advanced. Or so I thought. The game crashed. I re-opened it and replayed my game....won again and the game crashed. This happened three times. I won, it crashed. I took it as a sign that the universe was telling me to take my sweet pup to the park....so I did.

I let Brutus off leash to run around as 99 times out of a 100 we are the only two in the park. I use the asphalt walking path around the baseball field and playground equipment so I don't have to get muddy or wet. Bru sniffs and pees on everything he comes into contact with, with reckless abandon. When we made the turn to pass thru a grove of trees, the trees creaked when the breeze picked up. I stood there, under the limbs, watching them sway and talk and let my cares go away with the breeze. Brutus got in on the act too, he ran around in circles and scratched off under the trees, barking and enjoying this moment as much as I did. This moment alone was worth the walk.

But there was more magic afoot. I heard a familiar sound when we got closer to the creek. The Quackydoodles are back! Thinking the groundhog was right about the signs of an early spring.