This particular thought process would be thoughts we might have had on our Hunting Bigfoot Walk.
I pull up to the park, sling Sampson’s leash over my shoulder and jump out of the car. I gingerly lift the back hatch, shouting “Wait!” as I do so.
Sampson darts out of the car. I call him back, get him back inside the car and try again. This time it takes. They wait patiently, I unclip Delilah’s leash and say, “Okay, free dog.”
Both dogs race into the park, they are almost at the field by the time I push through the snow.
“Here” I shout.
They both run back to me, I treat them and give them the hunting Bigfoot spiel.
Sampson – Whatever mom, I’ll keep my eyes peeled, but I’ve got pee-mail to check.
Delilah – Bigfoot? What the woof is she smoking? That foot is barely bigger than hers.
Me – I have to pee.
We make our way to the back of the woods.
Me – I still have to pee. We’re all alone up here, no-one would know.
Sampson - This is definitely not eau de dog.
Delilah – Look at her over there, she can match her foot to every print in here, it isn’t going to change the fact that she has man-sized feet. I think I saw a mouse using one of her old shoes for a boat.
We head down the hill towards the field.
Sampson – I think Big Foot took a leak in our woods.
Delilah – There is NO Bigfoot, it’s just someone with a bigger foot than mom’s.
Me - But what would I wipe with?
Looks at hands. Hey I’ve got gloves…
I really thought that, but no I did not use my gloves. I did hurry home though.
Did you ever imagine what your pets are thinking?