Where I talk about sweat…a lot

19 May

With warm weather comes outdoor activities.  (Collective sigh)  I know.  Those of us who are unfortunate enough to live in deep south have to suffer through the humidity and bugs to enjoy the great outdoors.  It’s a burden we carry in dignity.  (Well, quiet disgust is a more apt phrase.)

The dogs and children, however, are immune to the less savory aspects of the summer and pant by the back door all the day to get outside.  (Really, the kids pant along with the dogs…what can I say, they’re special.) 

Being the good parents that we are, ahem, we gracefully concede to their pleas and take them on regular walks.  Last night my mom, sister, niece and mom-boyfriend tagged along with us.  (Well, we tagged along with them actually.  I’d just eaten a brownie and wasn’t really feeling like getting physical.  Though, it only took a little convincing to get us to join.)

 As is par for the course, Denny decides to go ahead and get his business out of the way as soon as we hit the road.  He’s a middle of the road pooper, if you must know.  He’s thoughtful that way.  Don’t want anyone to feel slighted, you know.

I’m not sure what part of the alley is alluring to him, but he cannot pass up the center line without leaving his steamy mark.  You’re welcome, city workers.

With that out of the way, the rest of us could get down to the good stuff.  Like suckers and loquats.  What?  You think we’re going to sweat and walk for nothing?  We’ve got to have something to burn off.  Besides, who could pass up a loquat?  Look at it!  How cool is that.  Loquat.  It’s even more fun to say if you stretch out the vowel sounds.  Looooquaaaat.

Here’s our Resivour Dogs shot.  Got any jewels that need stealing?  No?  Need any sweat?  We’ve got lots of that.

Of course Fisher couldn’t act natural during any of these pictures. It’s those pesky “Y” chromosomes at work.  What’s that?  You’ve raced ahead of the pack to try for a unique point of view?  Wait…let me get on eye level with you!  Haha!  Now try to take your interesting picture!

Oh, Fishman.  Wink

Chloe showed up near the end of our walk.  Her dad was running a bit late on dropping her off.  She was lucky.  She was only half sweaty when she got back home.  (Could I mention sweat any more than I already have?) 

Speaking of luck, she got to ride in a wagon….with a bag of candy!  And sunglasses!  I’m detecting some favoritism here.  Where’s my wagon ride complete with treats?  Hey, I’m not that heavy.  Two people should be enough to cart me around.  (Ooo, maybe the kids could fan me with loquat branches.)  Niiice.


2 Responses to “Where I talk about sweat…a lot”

  1. Wren May 19, 2010 at 1:44 PM #

    So disappointed a certain “rear view” shot didn’t make it to the blog…along with a certain CIA hit photo…

    • Raine May 19, 2010 at 2:04 PM #

      Such photos deserve their own post. Tune in tomorrow for the exciting conclusion of last night’s walk. Featuring, your arse and other such things. ;)

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