Thursday, April 15, 2010

Dogs on wheels

Ordinarily, Zorro isn't much interested in bikers. But this afternoon, we were passed by a biker who had a dog running alongside, on a tether. You can bet Zorro took notice. Fortunately, we couldn't keep up with them, although Zorro certainly tried.
Then, on our evening outing, we encountered a roller blader running with his dog. They went by so quickly Zorro didn't have time to react. I like roller-blading dogs.
In all the time we've lived in Arlington, I haven't spent much time in the park in the evening. It's a busy place. If an alien landed in Bluemont Park at 7 PM, he'd be hard pressed to believe there's an obesity epidemic in the US.
Last night, we watched two coach-pitch softball games, where the players--who looked to be 8 or 9 years old--took their eyes off the ball to admire Zorro. I suspect focus is a challenge at that age. On our way home, we ran into a pack of runners. Zorro didn't try to herd them, but he did feel the need to keep pace.
On any given night, there's a soccer game going on in the field on the other side of the creek. Sometimes we cross there, trying to skirt the game. That's difficult, because the boundries seem kind of fluid. Wherever the ball goes, the players follow. All of them are Hispanic, and their shouts of "Ariba! Ariba!" follow us all the way home.

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