Walking the Neighbor's Dog

James and I went out for a walk this evening. We took the long way as usual even though his foot was hurting. The orchard is typically pretty quiet when we walk and our talking probably scares away most wildlife, but once in a while we see something on our orchard walks. Tonight was one of those rare times.

We were just rounding a bend in the road when a barefooted man appeared. "Earth dwellers!" he commented as we came into view. He struck up a conversation and asked if we walked there often. We commented on his bare feet. "I'm just out here walking the neighbor's dog," he said. Sure enough, there was the dog a hundred feet or so behind him, hobbling along on three legs... Too funny!

I think he may have been tasting a little of the dirt on the bottom of his toes when he realized that we were the neighbors who owned the dog. I had to laugh just a little bit as Jasmine came hopping along and did her trademark somersault in the road, landing at our feet. We talked a little bit with Martin and gave the dog a pat or two before heading home. Jazz decided to stick with Martin tonight. I suppose maybe we'll see her again in a few days. Goofy dog.