I think her enjoyment and intense focus come through here. I hope bully sticks are safe for her. One horror story scares me, but I supervise carefully. It would be sad to stop this routine.
This is about as short as I allow them to get. I will throw this one in the garbage tonight, and she'll start a new one tomorrow.
And the mental notes:
There are a few people I meet on a fairly regular basis during my morning commutes. Sometimes I wonder if they recognize me or if the interest is one-sided. I've made a mental note that one day, I'll find the time to stop and say "hi" to them.
1. A man walks on 8th in the mornings with his cat. The cat is not on leash, but it is evident, even though there is always a little distance between them, that they are going for a walk together. The man carries a cane, but I've never seen him put it to the ground. I wonder if he carries it to scare off dogs or coyotes or other threats to the cat's safety.
2. A lady rounds the corner off Denman, onto Pacific (or is it Beach?) with her elderly dog. They appear to understand each other's morning stiffness, and at the same time, are comfortable with the outdoor time. I worry about each of them a little, but hopefully that will not come across, if I ever summon the courage to stop and talk to them.
3. The guy on the unicycle going west on 8th. I meet him at least once a week. I wonder how far he travels. This morning, I thought I saw him on a regular two-wheeler, but I'm not absolutely sure it was him.
4. A dad cycles with two kids (maybe 8 and 10 years of age), even on rainy days. All three dressed up in their gear, on the way to school, I guess. Maybe he teaches, or maybe he goes for his own ride after he drops the kids off. I think about the time it takes me to pack my panniers in the morning, and then I imagine the three of them getting ready, with three sets of morning moods to coordinate . I wonder how far they travel too.
5. A young girl who always gives me a BIG smile on the way UP Point Grey hill, as I fly down.