Single Minded

This is the nose of my dog, Rockett. She is the biggest baby in the house. We adopted her from the SPCA almost four years ago. Right now, she's sitting on the bed with me, her bone is between her front paws.

She may seem content when you look at her, but she's keeping an ear open for the magical moment when it's time for her WALK. We can't speak this word aloud, as she goes crazy when she hears it. Steven is very good about taking her for a "W" every morning and evening. He likes to take her when it's dark outside, so all through the evening, she waits and waits and waits for it to get dark. (the long summer evenings are killing her!)

Her leash hangs on a coat rack just near our front door. She looks at it all day long. She will sneak glances with hopes that one of these times, she'll get an "unscheduled" walk. If Steven lingers a bit too long, she will remind him, via lick or bark, that it's time. Then finally, it's time!! Happy dog happy dog happy dog!! And, when she walks, she sniffs and sniffs and sniffs. She does her three legged squat to pee. When things are really good, she runs into her canine friend, Eddie, and they sniff each other, then resume their walks.

This is truly all she lives for. Food? No big deal. Snuggles? Pretty good. Squirrels in the back yard? Entertainment and frustration.

But those walks? Her one true thing.

(Thanks to Steven for the pictures and the oh-so-wise suggestion to change the title of my blog to, "Just a Bunch of Poo. Awwww.)