While I jump, smell, and zigzag during our morning beach walks, Steve does his own exercises. Well, I think that is what they are. We’ll be walking and all of a sudden he stops, bends over, and puts his hands in the sand. Then he picks something up and usually mutters something like, “Darn pollution. Why don’t they throw this stuff in the trash cans?”
I wrote about something similar in my story “Ear Butts.”
Back when the days were warmer than now, I led Steve and Hoppi around our part of the beach to pick up a lot of pollution.
Best I can tell, pollution must be things that the humans forget about. Or, maybe they are too tired to pick up their pollution and throw it away. And it got me thinking that dogs leave their own pollution. You know when we squat and…well…you know. I see our humans put that into little bags. That is kind of hard for me and my canine buds to do with our paws. Just saying.
I also thought about the people we sometimes see and stop to say hi. Some, though, never let Steve say anything. All they do is talk, talk, and talk some more. You probably know some flibbertigibbets yourself. I guess what they leave behind is a kind of noise pollution. They woof and woof and dump their stories into our space. Then they leave.
My canine buds and I have a solution to that kind of pollution. When we meet we sniff, play bow, give each other a high paw and share biscuits. No woofing. No dog strutting. Just friends allowing each other space. We respect each other.
A canine solution to the noise pollution. And humans call us dumb animals.
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My book, Roxie Looks for Purpose Beyond the Biscuit, is still available. I share stories and lessons about friends, family, and fun. And I speak about purpose as well. (Steve says for dogs we might just want to call it “furpose.” He makes words up, I think.) Perhaps the book holds a biscuit or two for you!
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