Ever wonder where you’d end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash? ~Robert Brault, American writer
I Monkey here.
Everybody’s taking part in Robin‘s Walktober, and I want to, too. She never said pups can’t walk along — why, I have it on good authority that Princess Katie always got her own special walk! I might not be royalty, but there’s champion blood running through my veins, and by golly, I mean to tackle this walk-thing!
Mama’s taking the pictures, but I’m pointing out what she needs to shoot. The story, of course, is all me. Let’s GOOOO!
Here I am, all suited up and ready to scout the neighborhood:
Mama says it’s too early for Fall color, but you can see the trees are starting to turn:
Wait! Let’s pause for a squirrel. See him attached to that pole (huh, and he thinks I can’t see him there!):
This tree had oodles of green balls (about the size of tennis balls) underneath it. Mama thinks it’s a walnut. She almost tripped when she stepped on one and it started to roll — be careful, Mama:
Some of you are aware there’s a “holiday” coming up that’s almost as frightening to us little pups as Scary Boom Day (you know, Fourth of July). Mama says it’s called Halloween. She doesn’t plan to partake in festivities this year, on account of me being anxiety-riddled over it.
Perhaps you need a refresher so you won’t scare the pups in your neighborhood? I recommend you avoid stuff like this wicked inflatable thing:
and this 13-foot tall skeleton (I kid you not — the box was outside the house, and Mama almost tripped again while she was reading its description):
Something like this is okay though:
Or a relatively tame lineup of mums and pumpkins:
Another thing to watch out for is the woolly-worm. These critters, Mama tells me, should change into a moth or butterfly down the road — gosh, I hope I never turn into something different from a dog!
Anyway, woolly-worms are supposed to predict what kind of winter we’ll be having (although that’s probably as crazy as believing a dumb ole groundhog!). Here’s one we saw inching across a sidewalk:
Folklore tells us the black bands indicate a particularly long, harsh, snowy winter. We’re also supposed to believe that where the black bands fall tells us when the weather will be bad. Like, if the worm’s head section is black, the winter will be harsh early on (and vice versa).
I’m no meteorologist, but this one looks all black to me, so I guess I Monkey will be hibernating like a bear for a few months:
Thanks for joining me on my first Walktober! And Miss, Robin, thanks for letting me participate. Slowpoke Mama will be along in a few days with her own walk so don’t stray too far from this site.