Girl Gang

 We’re beginning to feel the shortening days around here, especially right after dinner.

After the dishes are done, I saddle up Mamie and take her out for her last walk of the day or maybe just to get the mail. Either we’ll be eating much earlier or I’d better get used to walking away from a messy kitchen.

          It used to be I might run into one or two other dog owners out for their walks, too. With daylight that last well to eight o’clock, there was a big window for encounters. Now we all rush out at the same time, and this is what happens:

 

Lilly, the abandoned and now coddled chihuahua across the street owned by a couple pushing 90.

 

Elsa, the miniature Schnauzer who wouldn’t stand still long enough for me to snap a picture.  

Peanut and Petunia (not sure which is which), the Shih Tzus next door who stand on their hind legs, waving both front paws together in excitement when they see Mamie.

 

 

And all this great dog time is wasted on Mamie, who unfortunately is a true Coton de Tulear and prefers people to dogs, usually hanging back on the fringe.

          Our evening walks often evolve into us humans standing around gabbing while the pups loll in the grass. Which is just fine, too.