A Dog’s World

RDP Friday: HIKE

Hiking with your dog, no matter where you go, will always be the best hikes that you will  EVER take

It is a fact, it is science.

To bolster my position on this matter, here are some fun things I saw with my dog Hamish Macbeth when we were out and about.

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Hamish is a rebel, a rule breaker, a kitchen counter surfer extraordinaire and he does NOT care

about your stupid signs:

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We found a DB once- well, he thought it was and I let him have his moment.

It was Halloween after all.

Hamish is still my BFF even after I took a picture of a dinosaur trying to bit his butt.

Well, it was a chalk dinosaur but we were in the moment so it was real and he really was not thrilled to have to sit when we could be WALKING!!!

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We found a dog park where Hamish could run around in the woods and play wolf.

At this time Hamish thought he was a cat, but I don’t think the other ‘wolves’ caught on to his secret-

and neither did  the few people ( NOT pictured because they  thought it was funny Hamish wears pink and WHY would I want a reminder of them? ) who seemed to be distracted by the fact that Hamish wears pink and he is a boy dog.

Boo! Mean people, you blow.

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After he saw the eyeballs, he tried to eat the eyeballs.

Then he peed on one.

It wasn’t one of his finer moments and they weren’t our eyeballs.

Whoopsie

We took Hamish on a hike in Olympia, Washington and there wasn’t anything he didn’t love about that day. He also slept straight through the night, but that’s probably because he trotted the entire 2 miles.

Silly Hamish!

Just a boy ( well, Hamish and Luis aren’t boys anymore, but you get it )  and his dog and a bay on a warm afternoon.

Hamish was ready to hit the water and swim away.

Swim away to where? You might ask.

Anywhere Hamish would say.

Anywhere in the entire world.

The Button Collector

At The Crossroads

Inspired By The Danse Macabre Writing Prompt: Visiting The Other Room

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We

were standing in a room full of doors.

Each door was shut, each door looked exactly like the door next to it

and all of the doors smelled like wood polish- orange scented wood polish.

” Sometimes it is so hard to choose. ” she said to me.

I waited, as I always do, patiently.

There is no rushing her on days like this.

” One is as good as the other.” I reminded her.

She shrugged.

” It’s all so random. I mean. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could say today I am taking doors five, eleven and 64. I could even plan it days in advance. How great would that be? No surprises, no arguments. Just one-two-three and I’m done for the day. I could have all the time in…

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