My day started out, well okay. I woke with a wicked headache, I was slow and stiff. Mentally, just trying to keep myself afloat. I forced myself to get going though, knowing that I always feel better after my walk.
We showed up at the dog park. I didn’t need my sweater. It was warm and the breeze was perfect. Awesome. Feeling better already. We made our way across the field and stopped at the crest overlooking the water.
There was a man standing at the water’s edge watching some ducks. There was frantic quacking, clearly the ducks were freaking out. It was a mother with her ducklings. I walked closer, puzzled. I couldn’t figure out why the duck was so upset.
There was something in the water, trailing after her. At first it didn’t make sense. Was something stuck on the duck? A net?
Then, I realized. It was a dog.
I approached the man, he had a huge grin on his face but I could not, for the life of me, understand what he said over the sound of the agitated duck. He was pointing at Burger and then at the ducks. What?!
“Is that your dog out there?” I asked.
“Yeah, ” he said, laughing. Laughing. “One time he was out there for three hours chasin’ em’.”
Oh. My. God.
“The duck is in distress. He’s scaring the mother and her babies!”
“Oh, he’ll never catch them. They’re too fast. The mother is just scooting her babies along. That’s why she does that.”
Really. That’s why she does that. Could it be that she’s doing everything she possibly can to save her babies? I tried to convince him to call his dog in, but he was having too much fun.
Disgusted, and realizing that this man had the mentality of a lawnmower and I was not going to change his way thinking, I left and continued with Burger on our walk, sending a silent wish that the duck would whack the dog in the nose with her bill or at the very least, get to the other pond where it was safer for her and her babies. Or another duck would poop on the man’s head. Either/or.
We hit the path, but honestly I was in no mood for taking pictures today. Sorry. These are some shots from yesterday’s.
Burger swimming and not chasing ducks.
Burger on the back trail waiting patiently for me to take the picture.
On a brighter note, my lupins are in bloom!