Day 6 - Lost dogs

It was another foggy day in the City, but I made it through another day only 568 days to go.

We went to Target, to do some shopping and discovered that they have a complete grocery store now. I was floored, anything in the world you need all in one store. I am guessing with on-line shopping there has to be a catch to get people into there stores and most people still grocery shop.

TH, his D and T all went to the stick today and did our walk together - sort of...D is such an old lady and now she has that old dog walk - you know the splayed legs, she slips more often then not because of her splayed legs. It is fun to watch T jump on her and her four legs come out on the side - like in the cartoons. Now I am making myself laugh.

I don't generally take my I Touch when the four of us walk because I always think we will chat. I should know by now that going for a walk with TH is me 1/2 mile ahead and TH looking at something stopping to examine it or just racing that rabbit - . TH has good qualities so very curious about everything and anything, but geez - he can't go for a walk without smelling ALL the roses.

T on the other hand just waddled along. Before her waddle was more like a sexy sway, but now it is just a waddle. And nobody ever wants to meet her. I don't understand she is so beautiful but no one ever stops to talk or pet my beloved T life is very unfair.

We got home from our shopping and the whole neighborhood was out on their porches. I thought I was in some Tennessee Williams play (though no sexy lingerie)all looking for some stray dog that wandered into our upper middle class neighborhood. In the 20 odd years that I have lived here I have never come across a stray in this neighborhood. Nor did I know anyone else lived in the neighborhood (just kidding). But seriously, these people who all live separate lives, whose names I don't know, who gets to and from places by getting into their cars in their garage, so never seeing who they are- just that is the car from across the street (generally I am not up early enough to see who leaves, and I am working so I don't see who comes, but sometimes on the weekend I will see their cars). So here are my neighbors working together (even a neighbors car stopped) to save this stray, and we find ourselves helping out. We caught the poor dog, he looked like he had been hurt, very skinny, and the "neighbor" who orchestrated this momentous event didn't even live in the neighborhood, she also took the dog.

Feeling pretty good about everybody, I tried to talk with them, but they all quickly disappeared into their upper middle class homes without another word. The stranger stayed a minute to chat, but had to get to back to the Giants game. Ah I am still under that three minute rule.