As mentioned a couple of posts ago, this last week my parents went down to Cancun for the week, along with my brother and his wife. Owing to a combination of work schedule and the fact that I just spent a bunch of money on building a new computer, I ended up being unable to join them for the trip, which meant that once again, I found myself taking care of Imola and Minardi, which included their twice-a-day trips to the Marymoot dog park. This time around, I haven’t bothered doing a whole lot of dogblogging, mostly because I used up most of the good topics on the last couple of dogsitting stints, and because for the most part the whole thing has gotten to be pretty routine by now, although the earlier sunsets did make for a bit of a time crunch to get the evening walk in before it got too dark there.
With Autumn settling on the land and the days getting shorter, the weather has definitely been getting colder. In fact, a couple of days this past week there was frost on the ground in the morning. Fortunately the weather mostly cooperated, with daytime temperatures in the upper fifties and lower sixties, and we managed to avoid getting rained on this week (in fact, it started raining pretty heavily about five minutes after we got home from the last walk on Friday before my parents got home in the afternoon.) The mornings were still fairly cold though, and the morning fog made for some interesting scenery at the dog park. After the jump, a few pictures from the morning walk on Thursday.
As is usually the case when I take them to the park, Imola and Minardi tend to wander a lot, always chasing after one scent or another (or in some cases, after some creature.) One thing that I noticed this time around was that they seemed to do a lot more running than they did the last time I was dogsitting. Part of this might have to do with the cooler weather, and part of it might have to do with the fact that they have finally reached the point where they can be allowed to roam the house (with a few rooms blocked off) during the day without making a disaster of the place. Either way, it seems that they are a bit bolder about going after things, although they do always seem to keep an eye on where I am and catch up as needed. I never have quite gotten used to letting them out of my sight, but they always come back.
As I have discussed before, nose down seems to be the default position of a Beagle whenever it’s not at rest. Along the walk, there seem to be certain spots that immediately grab their attention, and at times these two can just stand there sniffing this one spot for a good five minutes if you let them. Unfortunately, this sometimes means they’ll also start trying to dig (an activity which is not permitted at the dog park) and have to be scolded for doing so. Imola seems to be the one that does most of the digging, although Minardi has been known to dig a hole or two as well.
Up in the sky, there seemed to be a lot more geese than usual on this day for some reason. They didn’t exactly look like they were flying south though, so I’m guessing they weren’t migrating just yet.
There was even a Heron in the sky which flew by. You can sort of see it here if you look in the fog, although I didn’t have my camera ready to get a better picture.
Although it’s somewhat difficult to see in this picture, the fog makes for a particularly interesting effect on the surprisingly calm water of the river. And even as the weather (and presumably the water) gets colder, surprisingly enough you still see plenty of dogs swimming in the evenings (although I didn’t see any in the mornings during the week.) My uncle, who has two Labradors, was talking about his dogs at a family get-together a couple of weeks back, and he said that his dogs absolutely love to swim, and will literally break through a sheet of ice to get to the water if they need to. Imola and Minardi, as mentioned previously, will go right up to the edge of the water (as long as there’s an interesting scent there, of course,) but if we can’t get them to swim in the middle of the hottest stretch in August, I’m going to guess that they are probably even more unlikely to do so in late October.
Also scattered throughout the park were a number of big piles of hog fuel that were going to be spread on the paths at a work party on Saturday. For some reason, the dogs seemed to enjoy these things, climbing to the top and presumably taking in the rather stong cedar scent that accompanied them.
So, how’s the view from up there Imola?
Of course, after a hard day (or hour, as the case may be) of running around and chasing scents, Imola and Minardi are always up for a nice little nap on top of the couch cushions. They really seem to like this particular spot for some reason (particularly Minardi,) presumably because it’s where the people are usually hanging out. All things considered, aside from one or two minor difficulties (Mental note: the west entrance to the dog park is STILL a bad idea) they were surprisingly well behaved this time around. This doesn’t mean that I’m ready to just run out and get a dog of my own anytime soon (the idea of having my car perpetually covered in dog hair isn’t too high on my list,) but at least I’m pretty sure I can deal with these two, as high maintenance as they happen to be. Maybe I can just claim that I own a timeshare on a couple of dogs and call it good, right?