Hail, hail the week is here
Loca was a perfect angel this morning, having spent the better part of her day sulking in her bed yesterday after having lunged after a poor innocent dog who just happened to be walking by her house. She did hop all the way to the park, but it wasn’t because she wanted to run and lunge on a dog. And she greeted a few dogs in the park very politely almost making me smile because it reminded me of what my friend was telling me yesterday about overhearing two eight year old girls talking “Would you like something to drink?” “No, I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” “No, really it’s no bother.” That was exactly what Loca was saying to her fellow dogs in the park this morning.
The first thing that greeted me in the park was a large blue heron gliding by and landing in the thick of the lagoon. The park is sinking under the weight of water water everywhere after days and days of monsoon rain. We passed the pavilion where the men are working on the new outdoor ampitheater – they seem to be progressing despite the mammoth puddles and rains. Toadstools were about eight inches high.
It’s Monday, the beginning of a new week, and so far the omens are pointing towards change for the better – Loca well behaved, pelicans returning to the bayou, AND the sun is out.