I’ve been playing with my camera a bit and happened to capture the sunrise one day this week. In the fall we have spectacular sunrises and sunsets. Photos cannot do them justice. Have some Beatles to go with it!
Every day, if I’m not already awake before dawn – which I usually am, I’m awakened by a cold snout against my neck. I pretend to still be asleep and am then pawed at until I relent and get out of bed.
Dottie is on a schedule. She knows when it’s time to eat. Food promptly at 6:00 a.m.; then walkies. Each day as we walk around the lake I watch the sun slowly rise overhead. It’s usually quite peaceful. We hear birds singing, watch squirrels gather their morning nuts, and meet walkers and joggers alike.
One morning, however, before the dawn had begun to crack there was a disturbance. I wasn’t paying as much attention, I suppose, as I should have been. Dottie was off – full speed ahead. The lead tightened and I lunged forward unwillingly. Before I knew it I was on the ground. I let go of the lead but it was too late. I’d already lost my balance. Down I went. Dottie was in the shrubs, tangled by her lead. Lying in the street, the next thing I saw was an armadillo scurry past my head.
I hopped to my feet, looking around to see if anyone else was about. Whew! Nobody saw that! Thankfully, there were no cars coming, else I would have been roadkill. There were no other walkers or joggers about yet.
The damage was done. It’s a good thing I don’t have brittle bones. This is what happens when Dottie sees the armadillo and I don’t:
And now there are two! 😀 What was I thinking?!?