Dale and I and Dixie, our yellow lab, went for a walk together last weekend and I took it as an opportunity to prepare a Walk With Me Wednesday post for Judy. Plus, after reading Mason’s post on Monday, the dog is demanding equal time.
We walked where we almost always walk, to the river behind our house. Our family calls this “down back” and it’s where Dale’s brother Randy and his wife Mary live. The walk is nice for the dog because she doesn’t have to wear a leash and she gets to take a dip or two along the way. It’s nice for Dale and I because we see deer prints and turkey tracks and get to experience being in the woods while really only being minutes away from home. It’s a wonderful escape from the real world and we don’t take advantage of it nearly as much as we should.
There used to be a dock just about where the dog is in that photo. When Dale and I were dating we used to visit this spot and sit on the dock quite often. We would sometimes share a picnic of sandwiches or wine and bread and cheese. And we would talk and talk and talk. We talked about the past and the hurts and disappointments we had both experienced. And we talked about the future and what our lives together would be like. We built a very strong foundation for our relationship right in that spot. Sadly, the dock washed away in a storm a few years ago. But the memory of the time we spent sitting together on that dock is something I’ll always cherish.
And now here we are, 10 years later, with a blended family that includes a lovable dog and a very precocious cat. And we’re still walking and talking together whenever we have the chance.
Dixie says, “Thanks for coming along on the walk. I’m going to go harass the cat now. Woof.”