Rufus and the Coyotes
Took Rufus and Charlie to the dog park yesterday. It was a barren wasteland of cold, cold and more cold. With temperatures ranging from 0°-1° Fahrenheit in the middle of the day, not many people took their canine companions out for a romp at the park. In the (somewhere near) 200 acres at this dog park we passed only three other people, with four cars in the parking lot. It's not always a bad thing being alone at the dog park. It can sometimes be cathartic to stuff my phone in my pocket and just be without having to answer to someone, entertain another or be at the beck and call of metal wrapped in plastic. So there we were, walking along minding our own business; me with my hands in gloves stuffed in my pockets, beanie cap constantly trying to free itself from my head, heavy coat buttoned up over a turtleneck sweater and heavy boots (rated to -40°) to trundle through the snow and polarized sunglasses to protect me from the blinding glare. The dogs, especially Charlie, having t...