Bunny here at the keyboard to share my weekend outing with you.
I was a bit worried that we weren’t going to get much of an adventure this weekend. Aunt J had a big presentation on Saturday morning and that meant that there wasn’t time for us to go out and do something Saturday. Sunday morning dawned very pretty, but my humans went off with Küster for some training and left the rest of us behind. I began trying to think of things I could write about that didn’t involve an adventure. However, after lunch they came home, dropped Küs off and Flattery and I were escorted into the Princessmobile.
You might remember that last weekend we started off the Idita Walk with a giant snowfall. This weekend, it warmed up into the forties, which meant that all of that snow was starting to melt. It also meant that our options for interesting places to walk were a bit limited. I enjoy telling a story about one of my humans falling and looking foolish as much as the next hound, but I don’t enjoy the idea of being dragged down with them. When Dad suggested The River Trail of Illinois, I was a little disappointed because when we’ve been there before, it hasn’t been particularly interesting of scenic, but it was still a different place to stretch our legs and spend time together, so I decided to make the best of it.
Soon we were at the trail.
The trail is paved because people use it for all sorts of things like walking, riding bicycles and running. We made our way from the parking lot up to the trail and headed off in the direction that we always go. To our surprise and disappointment, once we got to the other side of the road, the trail was a slushy ice pit. It looked like a lot more trouble than it was worth, so we decided to see what the other end of the trail held.
As we walked up the trail, we started running into other people, which was a nice surprise since the weather had turned out to be a little inclement. For a morning that dawned so sunny and pretty, the afternoon had become grey and foggy. We were glad to see that we weren’t the only ones out. I was also impressed to see other intrepid dogs out on the trail, and as a matter of fact, most of the people we encountered had canine companions. I can only surmise that dog owners have more adventurous spirits than those who don’t share their lives with a canine. I particularly enjoyed meeting a young Goldendoodle who appeared to be as happy to meet us as we were to meet her. Flattery was so excited that she momentarily turned into a kangaroo.
We were really having a good stroll as we walked along. I noticed that there was a lot of goose poop on the trail. Apparently they don’t have people to pick up after them. They must be horribly uncivilized creatures. I count myself quite fortunate that I am not a goose. Here’s hoping that the melting snow takes some of their mess away with it. They’re almost on the same level with alpacas in my opinion at this point.
Of course, all too soon, it was over.
I wouldn’t have minded trying to walk all the way to the river, but that might be a goal best saved until Spring. It was getting a bit brisk out, and I have to keep my human healthy so we can get our minutes in for the Idita Walk. So far, I’ve kept her in good health this winter and before we know it, the six weeks of winter will be over. So far, we’ve made a good dent in our walking time, which makes me a happy hound.
I’m a little sorry now that I ever thought it wouldn’t be a fun outing. It was an adventure that wasn’t what we expected because it was much better than we thought it would be. I love it when life surprises you like that. I’m also glad that I can nap on the bed all day while the humans are at work, because all that fresh air has made me one tired hound.