Tuesday dawned, well, I don’t know how it dawned because I was off work and I slept in. When I did wake up, though, it was a beautiful day outside. Thanks to Abraham Lincoln for having a birthday so Mr. Taleteller and I could both be off work. After we got up, had a leisurely breakfast and watched a little television, we decided to go out and about for a while.
It was a nice day, so we decided to take Bunny and Küster along with us for a few things. The few places we had to go into where the dogs couldn’t come would be short stops and we weren’t worried about them getting cold. We also had a host of dog friendly stops to make, and let’s face it, it’s a lot more fun to go to those when you have your trusty canine companion at your side.
We stopped at the back of a local community college with an area that’s rarely used and did some training with Küster. The puppy wonder did what he does best and made it look easy. Mr. Taleteller was very pleased, and Küster was quite pleased with himself, as well.
Of course, we can’t go out with Bunny in tow and not have a stop where she can get out and stretch her legs, too. We went downtown to walk on the Pimetoui Trail since it was so beautiful out. Since it was a Tuesday, that meant there weren’t many other people out, either, although we saw a few. Küster and Bunny were both able to walk along and enjoy the day without too many distractions to get a certain Black Tornado in trouble.
As we were walking out, I noticed a group of teenage boys goofing around and leaving the trail. Bunny’s ears perked up in hopes of someone who couldn’t resist petting her, but the boys departed. Truth be told, I was relieved to see them leaving because they were acting like fools and, frankly, I don’t suffer fools well. Küster barely noticed them. I think he was too busy trying to sniff goose poop at the time. In any event, we walked on.
We passed through the memory garden and the memorial for Dan Fogelberg. Mr. Taleteller was being funny and we paused from time to time to take pictures of the dogs or admire the view. It was really a fun, relaxing day. While we began to head back to the van, I started wondering what I could write about our experience that would make it something new and entertaining for our readers. As Fate would have it, I didn’t have to ponder it much longer.
I noticed a bit ahead of us that the teenagers we’d noticed before had reappeared on the trail behind us. I had a slightly uneasy feeling that they seemed a little too aware of us, but most people won’t bother my husband or Küster, even if Bunny and I don’t look too intimidating. I wasn’t afraid, but I also had a feeling that something was up. On top of that, Bunny and Küster both had become very aware of this group of hooligans in front of us. The boys were goofing around and soon one of them was laying on the ground. After that, another joined him and another after that.
Before we got too close to them, all five of the boys were laying in an odd pile on the middle of the path. They weren’t moving, and I wasn’t going to say anything to them. Bunny and I walked up and I stepped off to the side of the trail for us to walk around. I saw a few of them trying to hold in laughter, and I wondered if they really thought they could sit up and scare us as we walked past.
Now, I realize that walking with Bunny is generally not great security. She just doesn’t look scary or intimidating, while Küster I could understand people being a little wary of. I didn’t want any trouble with these boys, I just wanted to walk on and forget them. As we passed the last boy, however, Bunny leaned down to sniff him out of curiosity, and that’s when he opened his eyes. He let out a girly squeak and nearly wet himself.
The other boys found this uproariously funny, and I admit that I did, too. Küster and Mr. Taleteller were behind us and I saw the Black Tornado get a wide berth, especially from the boy who was probably still having heart palpitations. I should have been a bigger person, but I admit that I laughed and then we walked off. I heard one of the boys shout for us to let the dog go as they walked off. I’m not sure which one they were talking about, but we ignored them and headed for home.
I never thought that my little hound would be the one to scare some hooligan in the park, but I guess it just goes to show that you never know what can happen. I didn’t bother telling the boys that she’s friendly. It might help the next person who walks through with a canine companion to have a good laugh as well.