Most days I use my walking time to plan blog posts or think about plot lines for my book. The other day as we were walking I started wondering just exactly what was running through each of our minds as we walk.
I took a stab at it tonight.
We pull up to the park.
Sampson with his head out the window – I know I saw a deer just up there on the trail, where is it?
Delilah – Mom hurry up and open the door, I’ve got to pee.
Me – Sampson pull your big punkin head in the window, I want to walk.
As we get to the entrance to the field:
Sampson – Let me check the field, there’s usually someone in the field.
Delilah – Oooh, there’s a nice smelly spot in the field, I hope mom lets me roll in it.
Me – Dang it’s buggy out, what do they eat when I’m not here?
We turn right and head up the hill, Sampson is running ahead searching for deer, people or dogs. Delilah and I trudge steadily along behind him.
Sampson stopping for a quick sniff – It smells like Brady’s been here once today.
Delilah – Why does mom keeping making me stop while she swats at me.
Me – Why haven’t I replaced that electric bug zapper, I could kill all these stinkin’ flies and stop them from biting Delilah.
We reach the opposite entrance to the park.
Sampson – Let’s run over to Brady’s and see if he’s out.
Delilah – I wish mom would drop this leash, I love running in this neighborhood.
Me – Ok, if we go around one more time, then head down the yellow and back up the orange, we should reach the car with about a half hour’s walk.
We take a left and head deeper into the woods, Sampson runs off looking for a place to pop a squat.
Sampson – Springing like a deer across the path, I pooped, I pooped.
Delilah – Hmmm someone pooped here, I think I’ll just pee on it.
Me kicking at some poop – Who the hell let’s their dog crap right in the middle of the path and doesn’t even bother to kick it off to the side.
We approach the field, this time from the opposite direction.
Sampson – Maybe someone’s in the field now, I better run ahead and see.
Delilah – I’ve got to poop, don’t worry mom I’ll cover it up.
Me – Holy smack that was close, she almost kicked dirt in my face!
We make our final turn and head down the orange trail towards the car.
Sampson nudging up beside me – Look mom I came back to you, give me a treat please.
Delilah turning around and pushing between me and Sampson – Hey that’s not fair, I want a treat too.
Me – Hang in there girl, just a few more minutes, you can do it.
We get back to the car and load up for home.
Sampson – I can’t wait to get home, the first thing I’m going to do is climb into the pool and cool myself down.
Delilah – Is it dinner time yet?
Me – My God I’m hot, I think my sweat has sweat. I need a nice cold margarita.
What do you think about when you’re walking your dog?
NOTHING as fun as what You THREE think about, THAT’s FUR SURE!!! I esp. like the pooping and peeing pawts, BUTT then.. that’s just me.
OMG Jodi – that was hilarious! Nicely done. 🙂
I hope you are planning on putting a bit of your humor into your novel.
LOL If only we could get inside our dog’s heads like that all the time! Maybe we don’t want to! It was fun walking with you guys.
We don’t have dialogue nearly this sparkling, We really should work on it I guess now that we know how it is done.
You guys really should bring along a laugh track.
LMAO! I think your mind might talk like mine!
I like to go for a walk to clear my mind, but that never happens! Just tonight I went for a small walk with the dogs and I had no idea how I got home:)))
Too freakin funny 😉 Well, at least you didn’t run into anyone annoying!
Well, I can definitely say I think exactly what you do in your last thought – nothing quite like a cold margarita!!
Lol, I think some of that, mainly the poop part. I can’t stand when there is poop in the trail. My memory is not a good one so I don’t remember what I think about on walks, probably depends if anyone else is with me… and probably something along the lines of : Dang I always go on these walks myself… wish so and so would walk his own dog lol.
Anna
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LOL Funny! I can just imagine Sampson and Delilah thinking all of those things.
Really funny Jodi 😀 You’ve certainly got their personalities all worked out! Have a great weekend. Avis x
Aww, that was hilarious! I’d like to read more.
And yes, my walks inspire blog posts too.
Yep that’s pretty much what I would imagine them saying and after this I will be thinking about your post on my next walk giggling to myself confirming to my neighbors I am nuts 🙂
Very, very funny Jodi 🙂 I actually think about the world and the universe and the meaning of life when I walk the tall person – I’m not sure what he thinks about, probably food 🙂
That is too funny! Our walks basically consist of the following thoughts, on repeat:
Me: Oh my god, is that a dog/cat/squirrel/person/cyclist/rolling piece of garbage over there!? I hope Desmond doesn’t notice it before we can turn around…
Oh my god, Desmond, please don’t poop here–we’re too close to a house where a dog lives. What if he comes out while this is going on?
Desmond: Oh my god, might there be a dog/cat/squirrel/person/cyclist/rolling piece of garbage over there!? If there is, I want to greet it/chase it/sniff it RIGHT THIS SECOND!! If there isn’t…oh, I’m sure it’s there, it has to be! Let’s go see!
I couldn’t stop giggling while reading this one. 🙂