My dog and I were drawn to the river's edge yet again. The Hammer gets very excited when we near the place we park and she gets to run and take a big dog shit in the middle of the wide path. Most of the places I take her have my car crunching over gravel for a ways before we stop. The sound of crunching gravel is my dog's favourite sound. It sounds like what it would sound like to eat a whole cat.
Today my dog got to watch a man doing yoga or some fucking thing. The man was breathing funny and doing his best to bend so far you would think his spine would snap like a twiggy roller derby girl struck by her league's most fearsome blocker. The Hammer woofed at him a couple times before she scooted on by him and ran bewildered down the trail.
The river's edge is full of surprises.
There may not be many salmon to catch but that did not deter a handful of fishermen from trying to land a couple from the precarious safety of their small boats. I watched one guy yell, "OH! HO! HO!" as his rod bent like the yoga guy we had just passed towards the dirty water.
I saw a chipmunk my dog did not see. The chipmunk saw the dog and froze, stared at her, then disappeared faster than a bottle when the foreman gets near.