Slowish Sunday

Bright sun and little wind, but, then, not much in the way of temperature. 

The beauty of concrete.

The beauty of concrete.

I’ve decided (been prompted?) to try writing a series of beginning reader stories featuring Pax as either the protagonist or the sidekick. And, since I have little else to say about today, here is one attempt. (Kids are scatologically oriented, one needs to remember.)

Not The Best Walk

Our walk today was not the best.

 We started our walk, and then we saw a man with two dogs walking towards us. Pax does not like those two dogs. Those dogs look mean and their bark is too loud.

 The fur on Pax’s neck stood up. He started to growl.

 “What should we do?” I wondered. Pax doesn’t like to fight.

 “Come, Pax,” I said. “Let’s cross the street.”

 No cars were coming. Pax and I quickly crossed the street. We walked on that side. The man and the two mean dogs went by on their side.

 “It’s okay now,” I said to Pax. But Pax was not okay. He pulled and pulled on his lead.

 “Oh, no,” I said. “I know what that means.”

 When Pax pulls and pulls on his lead it means he has to poop.

 Pax likes to be away by himself when he poops. He likes to go off lead. He likes privacy.

 But sometimes he can’t wait. “I know,” I said. “Sometimes when you have to go, you have to go.”

 This time he went right in a lady’s front yard. Even worse, the lady was watching from her porch.

 “Now what do we do?” I asked Pax, but he was busy and did not seem to hear.

 “Good morning,” I said. “Pax is sorry he had to poop in your yard.”

 When Pax was done I scooped the poop.

 The lady was nice.  She smiled. “That’s okay,” she said. “Thanks for picking up.”

 After that Pax and I walked home. We did not see any more mean dogs and Pax did not have to poop again.

 But our walk today was not the best.